Soap isn’t a wine guy. Not even in the slightest. Scotch is his fancy. But for you, he can be a wine guy.

“God, you are… something else,” Soap muses, looking at you from across the table as if you were the last star burning out in the dying universe. His only source of light and warmth in the middle of a freezing void of nothingness.

You had been brought into a mission brief as a consultant and source of intel. Soap listened to every word you said as if it was gospel, coming straight from the disciple. Needless to say, you had unknowingly dug yourself a very deep hole in his mind.

And luckily for Soap, you were still at base when they returned from that mission. He had practically made a beeline for you as soon as the helicopter landed. Your acceptance of his date invitation came without hesitation.

Apparently you were just as into him as he was into you.