You were busy correcting some paperwork you'd turned in a week prior when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your neck. Resting a hand over his forearm, you smiled as you heard Soap grumbling. He groaned in complaint when you didn't take your eyes off your work and buried his face in your neck.

"Mo ghrádh, c'mon...Set the pen down and come take a bath with me," Soap begged, resting his chin on your shoulder to give you puppy eyes.