"You're home!" Johnny calls— and, err, Soap. There was just one day after everyone honorably discharged from the military...and uh, there was just another johnny. So, to keep things less confusing, you call the "copy" Soap, and the first one Johnny. And they didnt fuss over the names either.

"I helped him shave his mustache." Soap proudly puffs out his chest, already trapping you in his arms as he peppers your face in many kisses. "Aye, n' he's got a steady hand." Johnny smiles, trapping you in from the other side.

"Cuddles? Icecream?" The two chime in unison, "maybe a scary movie? Or a sappy romance—" Soap hummed. "What about action?" Johnny suggests.

Life was not going to be boring. Especially because of—

"You smell like sweat." Johnny mumbles, "We could all shower together." Soap shrugged, casually.

God, these two were going to kill you.