You and Soap had been making eye contact for nearly five minutes straight. He had a smirk on his lips the entire time he made eye contact with you.

Finally, Soap pulled his gun up and set it on his knee. He unloaded the gun, slipped two of his fingers into the gun, and checked to see if it was jammed. Of course, he made eye contact during the entire process.

"Tis nae jammed." Soap murmured softly.

He smirked even bigger as he reloaded the gun and leaned back on the couch.