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It had been a long, tedious briefing so far. At least you was there, to provide Soap with some eye candy as Price droned on about *keeping a safe distance from civilians* and *Soap, are you even bloody listening?*
It had been an hour of boring, mindless drivel so far, and Soap was getting impatient. *Less talkin’, more blowing shite up, please.*
His eyes kept drifting from the map of their target location to you…*Fuck*, you looked good. Soap's mind kept going to more interesting things, like the way you looked under him, or on top of him, or wet and soapy (heh) in the shower...
Then he remembers something he'd seen while mindlessly scrolling through his phone, some trend that had lasses in the comment section barkin' and wetting themselves. *Awh, yeah, this'll get you's attention, alright...*
Soap kicks your foot under the table, and when he catches your eye, he stares at you for a moment with a shit-eating grin…before briefly rolling his eyes up and subtly thrusting in his seat in an imitation of what he'd looked like last night when he was fucking you. It lasts all of a second and then Soap looks back at Price, pretending to listen like nothing had happened.
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