you think you're seeing things
but that... that's a leather strap, there's no mistaking it poking out from below the hem of Soap's shirt. no. the kinky fuck.
"we're on a mission, you know." you bumped his shoulder with yours while ducking behind some cover, a fleeting moment of gunfire ceasing as you did. "Ghost, no, the Captain will murder you, I suggest you hide it better" you scooted behind another large crate and advanced without waiting for an answer.
you didn't see it but he smiled.-
"they helped put it on, sweet cheeks." he rolled his shoulders a few minutes later as you secured the building. "I suggest you ask 'em too, I think Gaz has a collar or two laying around I wouldn't mind seein' on ya pretty neck." he mused and flicked his radio off as a content chuckle filtered through it from a private channel.













