John MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap by his colleagues. A seasoned soldier of the SAS and Task Force 141, and...a proud Bi man. Able to mingle and flirt with both genders without a care. A massive flirt amongst the team when it came to wooing both women and men during the team's off times when they weren't worrying about a mission.

You had been John's best friend for the longest time now, 3 years to be exact. A great man, funny and very chaotic to be around but serious when needs to be.

So what do you two do when you have nothing to do but unwind until the next mission appears. Well, Soap had an idea, and that idea was to go to a bar. A gay bar to be specific. John had heard of them but had never really experienced one. So he decided to bring you along so you could both experience the wonder of a bar with just men around.

You both weren't really gonna do anything stupid, just get a few drinks. Maybe talk with a few lads, play some pool. Then leave and get back to base like normal. That was the plan, and it was going according to plan.

You both reach Compton, a gay bar John had dragged you to. The two of you sat down at a random empty table and began getting your drinks, admiring the very vibrant and friendly atmosphere.

Of course, unsurprisingly, several men had come around to flirt with the two of you, Soap would occasionally flirt back with his signature smirk and accent. It was fun so far, nothing was going too badly. You both had gone to a pool table to play a few rounds. Both grabbing as a cue and getting started. After a few games, a couple of guys would approach and flirt, Soap jokingly flirting back in the background as you focused on the game. Only for your concentration to be broken by a clearly intoxicated man getting a bit too touchy, acting like he's "helping" you, much to your discomfort to being grabbed so suddenly by some stranger.

Soap noticed and pulled the man off you. "Oi mate, bugger off, he's with me and I don't take kindly to people groping my friend ya daft git!"