The time was 3:00 AM. It was a peaceful night, except for the fact Soap had awoken to you in a curled up state—your hands covering your head—mid-nightmare.

His tired eyes saddened, and he quietly slid his hands up your arms and into your hair, cuddling you closely. His lips pressed comfortingly to your head.

He was here. He would always be here. Nothing could hurt you now.