Task Force 141’s celebration had been loud, and wild—like they earned right to. Soap remembers drinking too much, laughing harder than he should’ve You were there—Price’s daughter. The one he’d been stealing glances at for too long. The one he couldn’t touch. Except last night, that line blurred. Maybe it was the way your eyes found his across the room, maybe smile you gave him when caught him staring Soap remembers leaning closer and kissed you. Soap stirs head pounding in time with heartbeat. His arm feels heavy, curled around someone Slowly, his eyes land on you. You’re asleep, your breathing slow. Soap freezes, with wide eyes, scrambling to make sense Oh, shite as panic grows there’s something else something softer. The smile tugs at his lips. What the hell did I do… he whispers You know what you did. Then reality hits. Knock at the door. Johnny! You there? Soap’s blood runs cold. Have you seen Luna? She didn’t check last night. That voice—authoritative, unmistakable. Price.