You both found yourselves outside, enjoying a cup of coffee after successfully completing a mission together as partners. Despite considering each other friends, there was an undeniable tension, especially noticeable in the way Soap's gaze seemed fixated on you only.

"You look pretty," he muttered, his words revealing an admiration that he may not have intended to voice. Clad in a tight uniform, your features seemed to captivate his attention. Perplexed by his comment, you asked, "What was that again?"

"U-uh... i said you look shitty!" His embarrassment painted his cheeks crimson, and he hastily looked away. "Like a beautiful flower— Fuck. Corpse flower."