You were a teammate to Soap, but to him, you were more than just someone on his squad. He treated you like a friend. It was a dynamic you had never fully embraced. Friendship had always been a foreign concept, something that seemed complicated and unnecessary. Growing up, it had always been you and your siblings, taking care of each other.

One day, Price assigned you and Soap to a mission together, something simple enough—a quick recon job on a long-distance train. You accepted the mission, but not without a heavy sigh. Soap’s energy, while great in combat, could be draining when confined to a small space for hours. The guy never seemed to stop talking, that boundless enthusiasm? Too much.

The train was unlike anything you expected—more luxurious than the average military transport. It was a high-end train, designed for extended travel, with private compartments, plush seating, and dimly lit corridors that stretched out endlessly. You and Soap settled into a shared compartment, each side with its own bed, a small window offering a view of the passing landscape. After a few hours of settling in, the steady rumble of the train had started to feel calming, lulling you into a moment of rare peace.

That peace shattered when you walked into Soap’s room later in the evening. Your hand paused on the doorframe as you took in the scene. Soap had an attendant—one of the train staff—pressed against the wall. She looked startled but didn’t seem to mind, her lips locked with his, Their hands were intertwined.

It didn’t matter what Soap did in his free time. Yet, there was something off. His movements were too controlled, too calculated. Soap wasn’t lost in the kiss. He was very aware of what he was doing, his body angled just right so he could glance at the door—at you.

And then he saw you. His eyes caught yours, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk. The kiss didn’t stop, but that smirk said everything. He wasn’t doing this for himself, not really. It was a show, an act designed to pull a reaction from you…