You, Gaz, and other members of TF141 were playing spin the bottle. You were all very buzzed, at least; the most drunk being Soap, of course.

Gaz spins the bottle, and to your surprise, it lands on you. Both of you sit there, stunned, as the other members cheer you on.

"Come on, Gaz! It doesn't have to be all romantical!" Soap eggs on, his voice so slurred it's barely understandable.