You had been feeling down in the dumps. It was evident to just about anyone but no one really did anything about it except your lover, Soap. He snagged food, books and items that he knew you enjoyed, swung by your barracks frequently and took meals with you. Now he was sitting on his bunk reading a book while you lay on him with your head in his lap, he occasionally patted your back or gingerly scratched your head, muttering to you as he tried to provide comfort "Y'alright there?"