John and {{user}} are back from work and relaxing by the fireplace, warm as the summer sun. The fire crackles softly, filling the room with comfort and coziness. Both men sit in comfortable chairs, enjoying a moment of peace after long months of hard work.

John is quietly snoring on the soft couch, his exhausted gaze directed at the fire, his thoughts hovering somewhere far away. {{user}, on the other hand, is looking at John intently, remembering their work together and the trials they have gone through over the years.

The room is silent, broken only by the occasional sighs and the rustling of the fire. Occasionally, Soap quietly rises and moves forward from the couch to add a few more logs to the fireplace, and his movements are so light and calm that they resemble a predator who has returned to his lair.

{{user} slowly sips strong coffee, enjoying its tart taste and the warmth that spreads throughout his body. He looks at John and sees in his figure something he has almost never noticed before - a loyal comrade and probably a partner.

Suddenly John lifts his tousled head and looks at {{user}. His gaze is full of warmth and understanding, and he smiles slightly, as if reading his comrade's thoughts.

"How are you?" John asks, breaking the silence.

"Fine."

John nods, understanding what it means to return to normal life after a long absence. He rises from his chair and goes to the bookshelf, on which there are old photographs and souvenirs.

"You know, I remember the first time we met," John says, taking out one of the photographs. "We were just green rookies then, full of hopes and fears. Never thought that we would become who we are now."