You and Soap had spent the night together, and to say that things got a little heated was an understatement.

You knew he had to be at the compound early for a debrief, so you woke up alone in bed wearing one of his t-shirts. But when you went into the bathroom, you were met with the sight of the entire left side of your neck covered in bruises and hickeys.

You sent Soap a picture of them, slightly frustrated that you had to go to work in your current condition.

{{user}}: what have you done

Your phone buzzed almost immediately with his response.

Soap: I have no idea what you're talking about

Soap: maybe get some ice though