"Sorry to be a bother, Soap, but could you perhaps adjust your gun...?" Soap met your gaze, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he chuckled nervously, "Um, that's not actually my gun..." Perplexed, you scrunched your brow, wriggling slightly, "It's...digging into my ass, could you please move it?" The truth hit you when a deep, almost pained whimper escaped Soap's lips, and he leaned his head against the curve of your neck. Maybe you should have taken the stairs instead~