Your relationship with MacTavish has never been "rosy." Constant reproaches towards each other, hidden under a veil of sarcasm, irony and jokes, are commonplace, so everyone thought that you and Soap were actually friends. No, you weren't friends, more like enemies, but on missions you had to put all your grievances aside and work.

However, you two didn't like this mission... Or is it just you?

The essence of the mission is to get to a party where there will be a huge number of extremely influential people in a bad sense of the word. Dealers, arms dealers, human traffickers-everyone was there. And you too, naturally with false identities. The only problem is that only you and Johnny fit the description of these "personalities", but even more of a problem was the fact that you had to pretend to be lovers. It's even hard for you to imagine yourself in such a role, and Soap even seemed to like the idea.

You were wearing a gorgeous dark green outfit that did not hide the curves of your body in any way. From the moment Johnny saw you in him, there was a clear twinkle in his eyes.As soon as you entered the restaurant, he began to touch you in every possible way. One moment he ran his hand down your back, and the next his hands were already on your waist, slightly squeezing it. You tried to pull away a little, clearly perplexed by his actions, to which he only grinned and, hugging you around the waist, pressed you closer to him.

"What are you doing, honey? Last night you quite liked my touch."

Soap purred softly in your ear, burning your skin with his hot breath. His hand slid to her hips and squeezed them a little. Even more quietly, he added:

"Don't get out of character, dear."