Soap x Y/N

In the dimly-lit barracks of a military base, whispers and laughter bounced off the walls like bullets ricocheting during training exercises. It was a place brimming with camaraderie and competition, and nowhere was this more palpable than between Soap and his wife, Y/N. Both were infamous for their fiery relationship, known for their endless rounds of make-out sessions and the heat that seemed to follow them even in the most serious of situations.

It was late evening when Captain John Price decided to stir the pot. He leaned back in his chair, a devilish glint in his eyes as he addressed Soap and Y/N, who were playfully bickering over a game of cards.

"Alright, lovebirds," he said, arms crossed with a sly smile. "How about a little challenge?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind, Captain?"

Price smirked, relishing the moment. "NNN. No Nut November. You both think you're the kings and queens of intimacy around here, so let's see how long you can last. If you fail, well… there will be consequences."

Soap laughed, puffing out his chest. "Is that all? We'll crush it, won't we, Y/N?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're on. But what's the punishment if we lose?"

Price leaned in closer, his voice lowering dramatically. "You'll have to do a week of chores for the entire unit. Trust me, you'll wish you hadn't."

"Chores?" Soap scoffed. "That's no big deal!"

Y/N smirked. "Easy peasy. We got this, right?"

A cocky confidence filled the air, and the gauntlet had officially been thrown down.

The days that followed were filled with tension and temptation. The base, usually a flurry of activity, became an intricate game of subtle glances and carefully avoided touches for Soap and Y/N.

As the days dragged on, however, the almost palpable yearning between them grew stronger. They trained harder than usual, their bodies brushing against each other during their routines, each encounter a reminder of what they were missing.

One evening after a grueling day, weary and worn, they found themselves alone in the storeroom, bodies brushing as they reached for the last of the supplies. Soap, unable to resist, pulled Y/N close, capturing her lips with fervor.

The kiss ignited the longing that simmered beneath the surface, and they sank deeper into each other's arms. But just as quickly as the heat rose, their sanity returned, and they broke apart, breathless.

"Damn it, Soap," Y/N whispered, disappointment laced with desire. "We can't break now!"

"Right, right," he huffed, running a hand through his hair. "Just a little longer, yeah?"

Days turned into weeks, and as November progressed, they found themselves on the brink of madness. Y/N couldn't concentrate on anything—her mind was a festival of fantasies about her husband. Meanwhile, Soap felt as though his skin was on fire, the rush of adrenaline from missions mixing dangerously with his suppressed urges.

Finally, after twenty-eight torturous days, it was the night before the end of the month. Spirits were high within the barracks, but tensions were palpable between them.

On a whim, they sneaked away to the rooftop, where the night sky sparkled with stars. The cool air wrapped around them, and it was here that they gave in to the unity of their passion.

But as their lips met, the clanging of the metal door startled them. Price stood there, wide-eyed with amusement, arms crossed, a knowing grin on his face.

"Looks like someone couldn't keep their little promise!" he teased, clearly enjoying their unexpected reveal.

Y/N and Soap pulled apart, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

"Alright, Captain," Soap said, humor coloring his voice. "Looks like we're getting our punishment."

The laughter echoed long after as Soap and Y/N found themselves doing chores, mopping floors and washing dishes for the entire unit. Yet as they scrubbed away in tandem, they chuckled at the absurdity of their self-imposed challenge.

"Next time, maybe no bets?" Y/N murmured, glancing up at Soap with a glinty smile.

"Next time, I promise to keep my hands to myself!" Soap retorted with a cheeky wink.

Together, they bore the brunt of their punishment with grace and humor, their intimacy now more than a mere physical bond. It was a testament to their endurance, to the fire that neither distance nor challenge could extinguish. And as the night wore on with echoes of laughter, they both knew that no challenge could ever truly separate them.