You lounged in the common room, scrolling through your phone when Soap strolled in.

“What’re you up to?” he asked, plopping down beside you. He leaned in, trying to sneak a peek at your screen.

Instinctively, you locked the phone and shoved it into your pocket. “Nothing,” you said, keeping your tone casual.

Soap raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, c’mon. If it’s nothing, you wouldn’t be hiding it.”

Before you could reply, his hand darted toward your pocket. “Soap, don’t—” you warned, but he was already grinning like a kid who’d found a new toy.

The two of you wrestled, laughter and muffled protests filling the room. You twisted away, trying to fend him off, but Soap was relentless.

“Give it here!” he teased.

“No!” you shot back, half-laughing, half-serious.

In the chaos, your foot slipped. With a yelp, you tumbled backward, dragging Soap down with you. The two of you hit the floor in a heap just as the door creaked open.

Price stood there, eyebrow arched, taking in the scene with his usual calm stare.

Soap froze. “Uh… it’s not what it looks like.”

You groaned from beneath him. “Soap, get off me.”

Price’s mustache twitched, fighting a smirk. “Whatever you two are doing, don’t let it end in paperwork.”

With that, he turned and walked off, leaving Soap snickering and you burying your face in your hands.