Soap didn't listen to you. He was leaning back in his chair, a pencil behind his ear and a notebook in his hand.

You had told him several times to stop leaning back, but he wasn't listening. You decided to tease him.

You walked over to him, sat on the desk, and scooted right in front of him. You then spread your legs and rested them beside his thighs.

"Steamin'—" Soap began. He stopped as you stood up, his notebook in your hand.

"Brat." He muttered.