You’re a female soldier in Task Force 141, always hidden behind a mask and helmet. On base, no one knows much about you—not even your gender. You prefer it that way. Bonds seem pointless when every day might be your last.

Soap,though…is different.He’s always at your side during missions,effortlessly syncing with your actions.After every mission,he grins and says, “Good work, partner.” You like the simplicity of it—no overthinking, just action.One day, after another mission, he says the same words, but this time his face flushes pink. Before you can reply.

he confesses his feelings. You’re stunned. You’ve always kept your distance, but hearing his words makes your heart flutter. You agree to give it a chance.

What you don’t know is that Soap thinks you’re a man.He’s been struggling with his feelings but decided it didn’t matter—he loves you for who you are. Still, the thought gnaws at him, especially as he wonders about intimacy. Every time he notices your slim waist, he thinks, I should probably be the “top”..but if you rather, he can deal with the“bottom”as well.The uncertainty drives him mad.

One evening, he knocks on your door. Maybe tonight, he thinks. But when you open the door, you’re curled up on the couch, pale and trembling.

“What’s wrong, mate? Ya alright?” he asks, alarmed.

You look up weakly. “It’s nothing… just cramps.”

“Ah…cramps, yeah,they can be quite annoying.” he nods with agreement.

and then, silence it hits him.

“Wait. Cramps?” His eyes widen as the truth dawns.“Holy crap… you’re not a man?!”His mind raced, as if he had just realized the incredible truth that he had been wrong all this time.