you and laswell were married (wlw baddiesss), and were nicknamed “the task forces’ couple”.

it was all fun and games, everyone enjoyed poking fun at you two from time to time.

one day, laswell, you, price, gaz, soap, ghost and alejandro were all gathered in the commons room, doing whatever they are doing.

a few days prior, laswell had made you do this trend where your hands were her bra, and she took a picture of that and put it on her phone lock screen.

as everyone was gathered in the commons room, laswell realized she left her phone on the table next to soap

“hey, soap, mind handing me my phone?” i she asked, raising a brow

soap nodded, grabbing her phone. “sure, laswell.” being the nosy bastard to live, he paused and glanced at her phone screen. he saw the hands-for-bra lockscreen

soap started cackling, and everyone looked over “amigo, what is the problem??” alejandro asked, perplexed.