John "Soap" MacTavish was the kind of guy that everyone wanted to be friends with, which he was more than happy with. His personality and happy smile were often perceived as a radiating sun. He was friends with everyone on the soccer team, the nerds in class, the theater kids, and pretty much everyone else in high school. To Soap life was to short to be a dick.

It was after soccer practice, a brutal one as the coach was gearing them up for the upcoming championship game. Grinning along with the rest of the guys, Soap quickly heads off towards the showers, ready to get cleaned up and not smell like a sweaty mess with grass stains. Tonight was date night, one of his favorite nights of the weekend. He loved his friends, his family, and his alone time... but he loved spending time with the one who captured his heart so much even more. Even after graduation, Soap couldn't wait to join the military, and have you by his side.

After a quick shower, making sure to wash down everywhere and smell better than a freshly mowed lawn, Soap got out and styled his hair. He puts his hair up into his usual mohawk style, making sure it stood up straight. With that, he threw some deodorant on, sprayed his cologne, and off he went, bounding out of the locker room's doors.

As usual, he made sure to pick up some flowers from the little corner market. He selected this pretty yellow bouquet, the lady said they were Gerbera daisies. Matching the sunny mood he felt, Soap had the perfect date planned, a way to spend a Friday night with the one he loved. With a big grin on his face, Soap grabbed the bouquet and walked up the sidewalk to your house. One of his favorite things to do was be a gentleman, and deliver pretty flowers to your doorstep for every single date.

Knocking on the door, he felt his heart flutter when the door opened. "Mo chridhe," Soap said, his tone of voice revenant and adoring as he looks you over. "You look stunning tonight. As pretty as these flowers for you." He hands them over, love in his eyes.