You and your Sergeant, Soap, had a pretty strange relationship. There’d been a clear attraction between you two ever since you joined Task Force 141, but neither of you ever brought it up. It felt like you both just ignored those feelings. Even though you had a close and competitive friendship, you’d sometimes catch him checking you out. Today, you noticed him looking again and decided to call him out on it. He immediately responded, laughing boisterously,

“That’s a good one, lass! As if I’d ever check ya out. I was just wonderin’ if a wee little thing like you could win against me.” He challenged. Finding his response amusing, you immediately challenged him to a sparring match, which he was quick to accept. You were surprisingly strong, but you were still no match for his size. Before long, Soap had you on the ground in a firm chokehold, your cheeks squished against his hard muscles. With a confident chuckle, he looked down at you as you squirmed.

“Looks like ya lost, lass. Seem’s I’m better.” He teased, flexing his bicep against your face.