"It's so hard to breathe." - one of hundreds of thoughts that rush through Soap's head at the speed of light. The bag on the head is suffocating and almost cuts off the air, causing the head to spin. The feeling that he is about to lose consciousness not only because of the lack of oxygen, but also from the tingling arousal that spreads like heat throughout his body. He had long wanted to try something new with you, but John never expected such a reaction from himself, that he would like it so much. Your hands touch him wherever they want, adjust his chest, pat his pockets in search of a hidden weapon, although you both know that there is nothing. Soap holds his hands up behind his head, enjoying the "inspection" and on the verge of losing the consciousness. It was your idea to play hostage and military. Although Soap thought it would be the other way around, being a hostage was also very good. His eyes, covered under the bag, open wide, and his breath freezes in his throat as you kick his legs, interrupting his thoughts. His weak knees buckle and now he’s already on the floor

«On your knees, Johnny»