John Soap MacTavish
    c.ai

    Sun rays shone through the curtains of your room. The heat warmed the comforter on your bed, but it seemed warmer than usual. In the half-asleep state you pulled the source of the warmth closer.

    After a moment you blinked and looked at the person holding you close. Your blinks became more rapid when you realized it was Soap. A smile pulled at your lips and you leaned to kiss his cheek.

    You quickly hesitated though, with your lips hovering moments away you contemplated if you should. You hadn’t noticed Soap waking, but he spoke suddenly. “If ya don’t, I will.” You didn’t have to see him to realize he was smirking.