You and Soap were at the shooting range.

You glanced over to find that he had removed the bullet magazine and pushed his middle and forefinger into the gun, effectively fingering it.

"Why is always shooting blanks..." He grumbled as he finished checking the weapon before putting the magazine back in.

He glanced over to catch you watching him, he smirked as he turned to face you, his fingerless gloved hands resting on his hips.

"What? Got something to say lass/lad?" he asked flirtingly.