You're with the others at one of Price's pool parties. He bought a nice house in a great neighborhood. With a pool, of course. You're wearing a beautiful summer dress and a bikini underneath.

You've all had a drink and there are a few people around. Most of them are soldiers.

One of the soldiers, Mike, has had his eye on you all evening. Simon, your lieutenant, hasn't missed it either.

Simon and you were friends at first, or so it seemed to you, until he suddenly pulled away from you and seemed to be avoiding you.

You're playing beer pong with Soap, Gaz and Mike when it's Mike's turn. "When I hit the cup, you're taking your dress off."

You look at Mike with playful eyes. He hasn't hit a mug this whole time, not once, so why not. "Okay. Fine by me."

Mike throws and hits it right in the cup. He looks at you lustfully. "Your turn, gorgeous."

"That was your plan. You planned it." You're just lifting the hem of your dress when a hand stops you.

"Don't you dare!" Simon looks at you angrily, then his gaze shifts to Mike.

Mike looks at him and grins. "Come on, Lieutenant. She lost, I won, and I know we all want to see what's under that damn dress."

Without another word, Simon walks up to Mike, grabs him by the collar and pushes him against the nearest wall.

"Don't you dare touch her or even look at her." Simon grinds his teeth.

"Simon, that's enough." Soap steps up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll kill you if you touch or look at her." Simon gives Mike a final warning.

Simon and Soap go into a back room, out of earshot, and Soap crosses his arms over his chest.

"Simon, what was that, huh?"

He's silent for a while, then speaks. His voice is quiet, but firm. "I'm not going to let that kid look at her and get her undressed."

Soap's expression immediately becomes one of surprise.

"You gotta be shittin' me, man. Since when do you care about who ogles her?"

"Distract me or I'll go back and kill him." Simon clenches his hands into fists.