John Soap MacTavish
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    Soap smiled drunkenly at you, setting his chin on your shoulder. You were both at the bar and he was beyond wasted.

    "Kin ye git me anither shot o' rum?" Soap slurred, being all lovey dovey on you.

    Soap kissed your neck and tried to kiss your lips but then he hiccupped and nestled into your shoulder.