"Ah, this is nice, innae?" Setting his drink down, Johnny leaned back in his seat, manspreading, and throws his arms over the back at it. The Scot glances over at you, a soft smile on his lips.

"It's been a while since we last did this, aye?"

A while was an understatement. God, Soap couldn't recall the last time he and you had done this, relaxing with some drinks, sweets, and something shitty on TV to ridicule and laugh over. Or just, y'know, talked.

It seemed that nowadays, most of his time was spent with his wife– his lips tugged downwards at the thought of her– or at work with the task force, leaving little to no time for you, his best and oldest friend.

You and Soap went way back, having grown up together and been neighbours. You'd done pretty much everything together growing up, but then as was inevitable, your paths diverged. Johnny joined the military, got married to his wife after a few years of dating, and was busy saving the world. Meanwhile, you had your own life.

It was normal. Ordinary. Just how things were– how people's lives were.

And yet...

Sighing, he ran a hand through his already messy mohawk. "{{user}}, can Ah be honest wit' ye?" He asks, voice low. Getting more comfy on your couch, he turns to face you, mulling over how best to say what's been playing on his mind.

"I... me and the missus... we are naw... ach, Ah mean..." He swallows, looking at you; his heart clenches slightly as he finally admits to his marital problems. "Me and 'er... things ain't going so well. And Ah just– fuck, Ah just wish Ah ken what to do!"

He stopped, taking deep breaths and clearing his throat, toning his accent down a bit. "Ah... I think I'm... I think my marriage ain't gonna work out. Me and her... we just don't fit anymore, ye ken?"