Soap had a hand grabbing onto your wrist. The other hand holding your arm above your head as he pinned you against the mat of the Training Room. Hey, you challenged him, and lost. That’s on you.

After a moment of silence.. and eye locking, and possibly some blush growing on your face, he pulls away. Hands off and now on his hips as a snort escapes him.

“Pfftb.. Sorrey.. Is just.. Didn’t think ya were that weak.”