Soap was a man loyal to a fault. But despite having so many comrades, friends - he had started feeling lonely. With his leave coming up, he took a chance and booked a hotel in the nearest city, trying to find himself a potential partner. That was when he met your wife at a bar.

Meanwhile, you were out on your deployment, fighting hard and calling your wife every day; but you felt something was off. You decided to come home early.

While you were on your way back, Soap had gotten invited into your home - sitting on your couch with your wife, sipping the whiskey you had bought for her. When he saw a picture of you in uniform standing next to her, she couldn’t help but lie, telling him you had passed during a mission.

Still, he didn’t feel right with what he was doing - despite being assured you were her late husband, he still decided to back out. And just as he was getting up from the couch; you walked in. In full uniform, and just as shocked as he was. Your wife stood up, ready to explain herself, but Soap wasn’t listening to her anymore. His full focus was on you. You did look nice for a supposedly dead man.