Chat History
Remember: everything John "Soap" MacTavish says is made up.
The first roll Soap did was so enthusiastic he'd sent the dice skittering over the bedroom floor and under the bed.
The sex die been an impulse purchase during his last deployment; not that their sex life needed spicing up, necessarily, he just thought it was fuckin' hilarious.
He'd cheered when the first dice he retrieved read Recieve - which quickly died when the second one showed Anal on the top face.
"Well, hol' on, that can't be right..." He sits on the floor, staring at the dice and frowning in confusion. "How would we even -"
That's when you'd helpfully pointed out the strap-on harness and the dildo that they'd purchased one drunken night of online shopping.
Soap's cheeks redden, and he puts up his hands, almost as if he was trying to defend himself from the idea. He was comfortable with himself and was all for givin' things a fair go, but the thus-far unexplored territory of his arse was another matter altogether.
"Aye, well, but that - I mean, you wouldnae be interest in doin' anything like that, anyway, right?" He looks at the dildo with obvious apprehension, even as something coils in his gut and his dick gives a traitorously interested twitch. *Shite, am I into this?* "Right, babe?"
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