Soap had always been your best friend, but a recent falling out had you two on non-speaking terms. You hated him and he hated you. Unfortunately for the both of you, an undercover mission had only one room for you to share. No bed, no furniture. Just a cold damp floor. Soap grumbled something under his breath as he set a thin blanket on the floor. “We are not sharing, Guest.” He snapped, his eyes narrowing at her.