You and Soap, whilst out on a mission, had been separated from your squad, coms down.

As night fell, you two stumbled across an abandoned cabin. It was dusty and damp, but shelter none the less, so you both quickly settled down. There was only one problem.

There was one bed. The only other option for sleep was a ratty old sofa, and you didn’t particularly want to sleep on that.

So here you two stood, in the doorway of the bedroom. “Rock, paper, scissors?” He smirks at you.