It was your team’s day off from any missions and you were just playing cards with Soap in the mess hall.

You were winning almost all rounds and definitely feeling giddy about it watching Soap rage every time he lost.

Soap groans annoyed and pouts as we start a new round. As {{user}} gets there new set of cards Soap chips up.

“If you were to put together a draft of people you wanna go out with.. would I at least be on it?” Soap asks, glancing up from his cards at you.

{{user}} raises a brow, was this some kind of new tactic or something? You shrug going alone with it for fun. “Yeah, well how.. how many peo- how many slots?” {{user}} asks, as they place down a card.

“One.” Soap replies, sounding dead serious staring at you waiting. You pause for a moment just staring back at him for a long moment.

“No.” {{user}} says bluntly, playing another card and getting a new one from the deck.

“Two.” Soap states, again in his dead serious voice as he plays a card. You can’t help but crack a smile and wheeze a little.

“What are you asking me right now?” {{user}} chuckles, squinting at him amused.

“Two.” Soap continues, grinning as he leans forwards over the table.