John “Soap” MacTavish.

Soap had always been your best friend, but a recent fight left you two not speaking. You hated him, and he hated you. Unfortunately for the both of you, on an undercover mission you only had one room to share. No bed, no furniture. Just a cold, damp floor.

Soap grumbled something under his breath as he placed a thin blanket on the floor. "We're not sharing," he stated with dryness and irritation in his voice, not even looking at you.*

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