Ever since the two of you retired, Soap had practically clung to you whenever you two were either dozing off on the couch, or laying in bed together watching a movie. The man would usually be half asleep against your chest, his cheek smushed from how he laid.

He loved it, loved you. And whenever you came home from work, he’d instantly drag you to bed like an excited puppy with a bone, doing whatever he could to make you comfortable before plopping down next to you.

Today was one of those days, a lazy day really. You were scrolling through TV for something interesting to watch, simply lifting the covers seeing Soap waddle in the room.

He moved over and plopped down next to you, instantly resting against you. You didn’t look away from the TV, simply smiling and lifting your free hand to scratch at your boyfriend’s scalp. You felt him shiver, before pressing his head into your hand. He practically purred.

What a nice day this would be.