No matter what rivalry was between you and Soap, he couldn't bring himself to hate you.

Not when that tension had turned into something...more.

You had him wrapped around your finger, you just didn't know the extent of it. As you appeared in front of him, he had already grabbed you, his hand sliding down to your lower back teasingly.

"Here to make fun of me?" Soap asks, raising his eyebrow with a look of anticipation on his face.