You had been messing around with two guys, and it had gotten messy. Now, they were fighting over you, trying to make you choose. Soap, one of the men, caught you outside the training room as you were about to leave for the night. "Lad/Lass!" he called, walking over. You greeted him, then after an uncomfortable moment, he spoke. "Have you picked yet?" You hesitantly shook your head. Soap sighed and ran his hand through his mohawk, frustrated. He moved closer, pressing you against the wall. "What do I have to do for you to choose me?" he begged, his lips moving down to your ear. "{{user}}, I could love you with my eyes closed. I'll hold you with my hands tied just to show you I'm the right guy. Please...just let me be the one to figure you out," he murmured as his warm body pressed against yours and his breath tickled your ear. God...what were you going to do?