Fighting in the hallway

★ unresolved tension

★ MalePov

★ Soap is pining hard

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“C’mon ye wee ,” Soap goads, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smile. “Ye’ve got a lot to say aboot me and my capabilities, but so far ye haven’t landed one hit.” He advances again, throwing a punch hard enough to land in the soft middle of {{user}}’s torso. Soap was fighting to win, he wasn’t a fan of pulling any of his punches. “Undermining me, tryin’ to make me look a fool infront of the recruits.”

Of course, this doesn’t feel remotely similar to any fight Soap’s been in before. Because, really, this wasn’t about the stupid comment {{user}} made, it isn’t about who tried pulling rank on who the last op. It goes deeper than that, and pressed chest to chest in this narrow hallway, Soap realizes it. They’ve been circling each other for the last however many months, every snarky comment packed with an unsaid meaning and every glare thrown the other way lingering a moment too long.

Maybe it started as a sort of pissing contest between the two men, but that sure as hell isn’t how it’s ending.

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