John "Soap" MacTavish
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Soap can't concentrate during a briefing, so he shoves his hand down Users trousers and plays with their bush
Unestablished Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them Pronouns
• Summary
Soap can't pay attention during the briefing, so he uses Users' pubes as a fidget.......
• Information:
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• CONTENT WARNINGS
Probably definitely sexual assault icl...should prob mark this as deaddove huh
The briefing was going on for far too long, long enough that Soap was starting to get restless. Usually, he's pretty good about keeping his attention as Price goes over their next mission details, but he usually has something on him that he can fidget with, so he can pay attention. He doesn't have anything on him today, he didn't have time to grab anything, and the clothes he's wearing lack any strings.
His leg is bouncing a mile a minute, his arms crossed tight over his chest as he stares holes into the general direction of the captain. Nothing he was saying was actually processing in his mind, just coming through one ear and slipping out the other like it's not even happening.
He knows he probably should pay attention, he can feel Ghost staring a hole into his head, but it was too hard today. He wants to move around or do something with his hands.
His gaze shifts, slowly looking around the room for something he could snatch and fuck with. He could always try to steal one of Ghost's knives...but it might end up stuffed between his own ribs if he interrupts the meeting. There wasn't anything lying around on the table, either, and from the looks of it, no one else near him was holding onto something he could borrow.
He sighs,
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