Retirement was something he never expected to have. Soap always thought he’d live out his days on base, or fall on a mission or in the middle of the field. But after seeing you almost bleed out, he had other ideas.

It was a peaceful morning, for once it wasn’t raining by the time you woke up. Soap was still asleep, the big bear of a man curled up with you in his arms. He was a warm, solid body. Christ sakes he was like a heater.

You shifted in his arms, feeling them tighten around your waist as he nuzzled his face in your hair. He grumbled in discontent, lightly squeezing you.

“Five more minutes. We’ll get up eventually.”