"My good boy."

You said, kissing the top of Soap's head as he closed the oven door to bake the dish you two were making. You could see goosebumps run down his neck, and he quickly straightened up, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. The thumb of Johnny's free hand rubbed the side of your neck affectionately, passing just under your jaw where your pulse could be heard.

"I'm your good boy, mo rionnag?"

His voice was much quieter than usual as Soap leaned in close to you, resting his forehead against yours, watching his blue eyes on you expectantly.