Soap's POV

Soap woke up tangled up with [y/n]. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he definitely remembered what happened before.

She breathed softly against his neck and he smiled.

What would happen when she woke up? Would she regret everything? Would she smile sleepily and kiss him? Soap was prepared for anything because no matter what, it would probably be awkward.

After all these years of hating him she had given herself to him. Did that mean she trusted him after all?

She shifted a little and snuggle closer. Never in a million years did Soap think [y/n] would be a snuggler. He wanted to stay like this forever. He looked at her, at her body, and just admired her.

He had now seen her in a way that other people, other men, would never see her. Everything scar, that tattoo on her hip, the freckles on her shoulders, these things he would be ingrained in his mind forever.

"What are you staring at?" her sleepy voice asks surprising him.

He smiles, "Just trying to remember all the details."

She gives him that sleepy smile. "Why, so you can brag to the guys back home?"

"No, I just want to remember every inch of you just in case…well, the point is I want to remember." Soap looks into her eyes.

She blinks a few times then rolls onto her back, "I'm going to shower. We have a lot of work to do." She gets up, stretching and holding her back. "Remind me to never sleep on the floor again."

Soap smiles and his eyes follow her every move. There was so much he needed and wanted to say, but he's be better off saving it for another time. This was no time for relationships and love…love? Soap shook his head. There was no way he was in love, that wasn't his kind of thing.

He stands up angrily. "What was I thinking?" he asks himself quietly. If he had started thinking with the right head this wouldn't have happened. They both wanted it, that was clear, but it was only going to complicate things and their situation was already complicated enough.

"Damn it!" Soap says out loud.

"Everything okay?" she asks standing in the doorway of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

He caught himself staring, "Um, yeah everything is fine. Just trying to figure out what we should do."

She shrugs, "We should just sneak in?"

He stares at her in disbelief, "Sneak in? Are you mad?"

"I will go mad if we don't get these guys. Like I said before, this is my fault. If I have to do extra work, more dangerous work to fix things I will." She walks to her room and starts getting dressed.

"What if I say no to that?" Soap asks and she rolls her eyes.

"You know exactly what I'd do, John."

"Damn it all to hell, woman! Aren't you afraid of what could happen?"

She shakes her head, "No."

"What are you afraid of then?" he asks.

She only stares at him for a long time then looks away. "I'm only afraid of what might happen if we don't get these guys." She won't look at him.

Soap sighs and starts to walk away.

"John," she calls and he stops. "This…that was a one time thing. It's probably not a good idea to do it

"Right. I was thinking the same thing," he says.

"Oh…good," she says and gives him a forced smile.

Soap wanted to say something but he wasn't sure what so he just walked away and went into the bathroom.

Your POV

Soap had agreed that what you two had done last night shouldn't happen again. You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say. Did you want him to try to change your mind? Why were you thinking about this so much? You had a job to do and it was time you focused on it.

You really regretted sleeping on the floor. Your back was killing you. The soreness between your legs made you smile though.

No, enough of that.

You finish dressing and walk into the living room where Soap is sitting on the sofa only wearing his towel.

"Sorry," you say stepping back into the bedroom.

"No, its fine. Come on."

You walk over, keeping your eyes down.

"You want to know why I get so angry when you go off and try to do things on your own?"

You nod and he continues. "I don't want to lose anyone else on my watch." Soap sighs and you meet his gaze.

"Ghost?" you ask.

He nods once and doesn't speak.

"That wasn't your fault. You didn't know that he…"

"No, I didn't know, but I should have been out there with him. Instead I had to hide away while he bled and burned to death!" His voice rises suddenly making you jump.

"I understand."

"I don't think you do. You're talking about sneaking into this place we hardly know anything about. Anything can happen." His voice is calm but he is breathing heavily.

"What other choice do we have, Soap?"

"I-I don't know. I just can't deal with losing another…friend."

You look at him again and you can feel the sadness within him. "Look, I can't promise that nothing will happen to me, but I can say that if something does I know you'll be there for me and that makes me feel safe enough."

He hesitates, "Fine, we'll do it your way, but we do things when I say."

You smile and let out a breath, "Okay."

"If we're going to sneak in we'll have to wait until its dark. We have a few hours, want to have sex again?" Soap asks jokingly and you roll your eyes. "Put some clothes on, John."

"Can I ask you something?" Soap asks.

"Sure."

"Well, how-how was it? How was I?"

You look at him, surprised. Was he insecure? "You were great, the best I've ever had. You seemed to know exactly what I liked."

"Really?"

"Yes but don't let that go to your head, it's big enough already." You get up and walk to the bedroom.

"Which one?" he asks and you shake your head, laughing quietly as you close the door.

Soap's POV

The best she's ever had? Holy shit! Soap smiled to himself as he got dressed.

Had any other woman ever told him that before?

Was she just yanking his chain to make him feel better after that conversation? He didn't care. It felt good and he was going to embrace that feeling while he could.

He closes his eyes and thinks about last night. It was perfect, it was passionate, it was never going to happen again. He opens his eyes and looks at her closed door.

Get over it.

He lays back on the sofa and closes his eyes.

A FEW HOURS LATER

When he opens his eyes again the room is dark and quiet. He stretches and stands up, making his way to [y/n]'s room.

Before he can knock, she swings the door open jumping back in fear. "Jesus Christ! Don't do that!" she whispers angrily.

"Sorry," he whispers back. "Wait…why are we whispering?"

She shrugs and starts to laugh. "I guess I'm just prepping myself for our little stealth mission," she says in a normal tone.

Soap looks at her, all dressed in black, sniper rifle with a silencer in her hand and a sidearm on her hip. "You're really ready, aren't you?"

"Aren't you?" She walks over to the table and throws her pack down, shoving the rifle in and checking her ammo. "It's dark enough now, we should head out."

Soap knew she was one of the best, that she could take care of herself but he still worried.

"Quit staring at me and let's get going." She walks towards the door and he follows, grabbing his pack as well.

Luckily, it was late and not many people were out. They walked down the street in silence. [Y/N] walked right beside him and he couldn't even hear her footsteps. She was good.

As they approach the hideout, they slow down and look around. She stands against the wall and listens. "I don't hear anything" she whispers.

Soap peeks around the other side of the wall. "I think there's a way to get in over here, but we may need to climb."

"Okay good, you go that way and I'll find another," she whispers prepping to climb the wall.

Soap grabs her quickly, "No! We stay together."

"We'll cover more ground if we split up." It was dark but he knew she was staring at him, pleading. "I'll be okay, John. I'll keep contact the entire time, I promise."

He finally lets her arms go and she stands there for a little while then reaches up, tracing the scar over his eye gently. "Stay safe," she says.

"See you on the far side," he says turning away quickly before changing his mind.