John “Soap” MacTavish.

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

Soap grunted something under his breath as he laid a thin blanket on the floor. "We aren't sharing it," he declared, dryness and irritation in his voice, without even looking at you.

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