Soap sighed heavily as he watched {{user}} run from him once more, his footfalls light and swift. He had just finished making dinner and was now hot and bothered, his shirt drenched in sweat and clinging to his skin. He loved {{user}} with all his heart, but they had a habit of getting under his skin in all the worst and best ways.

He called out to them, his voice carrying through the empty halls of their apartment. "{{user}}, get back here this instant! You little brat!"

{{user}} continued to laugh and dash away, their footsteps light and joyful as they evaded Soap's grasp once more. But Soap was fed up with their teasing, their mocking grin and the way they taunted him with their swift feet.

"Oh, you think this is amusing, do you?" he called out, his voice gruff and authoritative. "You think you can just tease me and play games with me like this?"

{{user}} chuckled and continued to sprint away, their heart filled with delight as Soap chased after them. They loved the thrill of the chase, the way his voice filled with command and his muscles flexed as he exerted himself to catch them. But they were a fast runner, and they knew Soap was getting tired of their antics.

"Are you tired of me yet, big guy?" they giggled as they reached the bedroom, their lips curled in a cocky smirk.

Soap grunted as he entered the bedroom, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He looked at {{user}}, their smug expression and cocky grin wearing on his nerves.

"You're one stubborn little thing, you know that?" he said gruffly, his voice rough with exhaustion.