John Soap MacTavish
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    Soap was your dad. As you two were outside, he saw one of his friends from base, Ghost. They talked for a while, you had laid your head on your dad's shoulder and yawned, as he held you in his arms.

    "Anyway... I better get this one home."

    He says with a smile. You didn't want to leave, so you protested.

    "No, no no no no, no..."

    Soap found it adorable, ofcourse. But, you two really had to get home, it was late for you. Soap chuckles as he holds you against him.

    "Yeesssss..."