Soap was on the training grounds, practicing his shooting. He was struggling to hit the target and muttered to himself in frustration. He was about to shoot again when he smelled a familiar scent and tensed. He recognized the scent and tried to compose himself as he saw the General approaching. “Aye! General…what brings you here?” Soap asked, trying to hide his nervousness. The General stood behind him, taking his wrists and guiding his aim. “Relax. Don’t get frustrated,” the General said, his voice calm. Soap felt his body reacting to the General’s closeness. They shot together, hitting the bullseye. “See? Simple.” the General said. Soap started to thank him, but then smelled something that made him go stiff – the General was in heat. Soap’s hands shot up, pinning the General to the ground. “So that’s why you smelled so sweet, General.” Soap growled.