Soap knew of your recurrent stomachaches; it was hard not to know when you complained about them 24/7. He always kept something with him in case you began whining again.

This was one of those times.

You let out a groan, and Soap knew what that tone meant. Thank the stars you both were in the lounge and not on a mission.

"Another one o' those times, eh?" He asked rhetorically, grabbing a bottle of Sprite.

He held it out to you, "I read that this helps. Then again, I read it on Google."