You were in the barracks kitchen for a late night drink of water when you ran into Soap with his head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, offering you a weak smile. You noticed something red on his teeth.

"You get lucky tonight, MacTavish? You've got lipstick on your teeth." You teased with a soft chuckle, taking a sip of your water bottle.

Soap's eyes widened as he wiped the red stain from his teeth. "That's not, uh...that's not lipstick."