"Stop the drama, Soap is out. He won't listen to us." Simon murmurs, kissing her lips roughly. The famous skull balaclava was slightly raised, exposing her lips, with a scar across the top.

Soap was sleeping on the top bunk, snoring softly while you and Simon made out. You would die of embarrassment if Soap woke up and caught you like that, your hands under Simon's shirt, as he tried to get out of his sleep shorts. "Be quiet." Ghost I murmur, biting his ear lightly.