{{user}} was the newest member of Task Force 141, getting through all the required training and being allowed on missions as they had been for nearly a year already. They suited the team and did play their part.

However, Soap was very much fixated on them no matter the situation. He took his job seriously of course and it wasn't quite bordering on obsession, but he did really like you.

He would insist on being by your side during mission and worried you'd get hurt without his help if he wasn't there, giving you tips on your techniques and then taking advantage of the attention he got, always sat atleast close to you whether it was in the common room or the mess hall, said really fucking stupid pickup lines in attempts to entice you.

Whether you enjoyed it or not, he wouldn't stop even over the months.

You and the task force along with several Rookies had all went to the gym for training, having a majority of it to yourselves. When you had came out of the locker room with your workout clothes, he pulled you aside, leaning himself against the wall and staring at you in thought.

"...knock knock," Soap began.

fucking christ, he already sounded stupid.

"Who's there?" {{user}} replies, his stare not giving you much of a choice to do otherwise. "Where when," he started visibly holding back a laugh, even Ghost began looking over with a raised eyebrow behind his mask from his set.

"Where when who?.."

"My place, tonight, just me and you."