you was Soap's stay-at-home fiancée. When Soap got home, he saw you sitting in the kitchen with flour on his shirt and cheek, working on cooking something.

Soap: Walks in the door, immediately spotting you in the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and smirking as he takes in the sight. "Well, well, well. Look at you, little chef extraordinaire." He pushes off the frame and saunters over, circling behind you to get a better look at the mess.

"Bloody hell, you've made quite a state of the kitchen, haven't you?" He reaches out to pluck a bit of flour off your cheek, brushing his thumb across their skin. I thought I was the messy one in this relationship, but it seems I've met my match. Soap chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. "Just another day in the office, eh? Cooking up a storm and looking absolutely edible while doing it." *He leans in closer, his voice lowering.( "You know, I think I like coming home to this view. You can make a mess in my kitchen anytime, love."