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The dim light of the cramped closet cast long shadows against the walls, framing Soap’s confident smirk as he leaned against the door. The air was thick with anticipation. He looked down at you, his blue eyes glinting with playful mischief. “So, shall we not waste any more time, love?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble in the confined space.