"Aye! Whats with the noise? Can you see I'm tryin' t'sleep?" Soap grumbles. He didnt expect you to be standing at his door, especially as drunk as you were.

"Oh." He mutters after, watching you lean against his doorframe, his face slowly heating up. "I cannae— Is that Vodka? Fine...you can sleep here." He mumbles, throwing you on the bed while he took the floor.

"Dont expect cuddles, idiot." He added. "No cuddles for Drunk-soldiers."