It had started as a cold feeling in his lips, like he'd gotten a chill from standing directly in the oncoming direction of wind, or like he'd eaten something spicy or smeared toothpaste on them and let it sit.

He hadn't done any of those things though, really all he'd done so far that day was eat his breakfast and give you a kiss.

~

It was starting to bother him so much that his teammates were beginning to notice, Ghost especially.

"You alright there Johnny?" he'd asked.

"Aye.. fine, sort of. My lips feel funny." Soap supplied.

Gaz was next, "Eaten something you're allergic to?"

Soap shook his head, "No, nothing like that, had my breakfast, nothing new. Gave {{user}} a kiss," he shrugged.

~

Back at the base, he wanted to test a theory.

"C'mere a sec, I need to kiss you." he all but demanded.

"Hello Soap, my day's been good thanks for asking," you rolled your eyes.

"This is important, can I kiss you or not?" he asked, hands on hips.