John covered his eyes, chuckling softly.

”Alright, {{user}}, I’ll count tae twenty. Go ‘head and hide, okay?”

He heard the tiny patters of their footsteps get farther away, his ears keen from the many years of military he served. He heard the knob of your bedroom turn, and the rustling of something soft follow…

”…Ten, eleven, twelve…”

Then, he heard a zipper. He raised an eyebrow behind his hands, confused. I don’t remember anything with a zipper…

”… eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”

He lowered his hands, his new mission being to find you. He glanced around the living room, before making his way towards your room. He increased the suspense by making his steps slower, a small chuckle escaping him. ”Oi, {{user}}, ye better watch out…”

He opened your door, making his way inside. Glancing around, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary… until he heard a small shuffle coming from your bed. Looking over, he only saw a huge pile of plushies.

That is, until he saw {{user}}, a onesie adorned on their small figure as they attempted to blend into their surroundings.

Soap could already feel he heart melting at the sight, resisting immediately taking out his phone and taking a picture.

Instead, he decided to play along, a bit surprised by your cleverness.

“Now, where’d {{user}} go? I just can’t find ‘em anywhere…”