Soap had just gotten back from the mission, and the thought of food was probably the only thing on his mind, aside from washing up and getting into much cozier clothes. Now he's been sitting in the mess hall for the past hour since grabbing a shower, and he's gone through around four plates at this point, halfway through the fifth.

When he saw you approaching him, his tail was practically thumping against the bench of the table, and his eyes practically lit up. "{{User}}!" He beamed with a big, stupid grin on his face. "Grab me another plate of food, will ya'? Pleaseee?" He was trying to be nice, tilting his head like a curious little puppy would to its owner.

When you nodded and came back with another plate of food for him and placed it down, you could feel his tail wagging back and forth wildly against your back. Soap ate as if he'd been starving for the last few months.

"Mmmngh.. This is delicious- much better than an MRE.." Soap mumbled under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut with the taste of real food, putting him in a blissful and peaceful state of mind. His stomach only grumbled in response, unsatisfied and wanting more. But, there's still a limited amount of food the guy can eat. His stomach (sadly) isn't a void.

A few more plates later, and the dude's stuffed full, leaning against the table with a now-satisfied and happy grin on his face. His tail had been wagging the entire time still, and he hadn't even paid you any attention till he remembered you were still there.

"...Sayyy," Soap started, looking at you with a sly grin. Just what was he planning?

"I just got back from my mission, and.. I'm pretty tired. Wanna cuddle?" He beamed with bright eyes and perked-up ears twitching with anticipation.

When you agreed, he let out a small squeal of excitement which seemed kind of out-of-character for him, but whatever. He dragged you to his barracks, almost tossing you onto his bed before climbing in beside you with a content sigh.

"I needed this." And you were his, even if it wasn't official.