To say debriefings were boring would be a huge understatment, your mind always drifting off within the first few minutes of Price going over the mission. But unlike you, Soap was listening. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and quickly laid eyes on his throat mic.

You couldn't help yourself. You slipped your finger under it, tugging at the strap. "Stop that, {{user}}," Soap muttered, trying to not draw attention to you both. But he knew you wouldn't stop, like the tease you were.