You'd only been gone a couple days and it was already pure torture, the empty bed that still smelled like you only adding to Soap's depression. But at least he'd been able to keep in contact with you via phone, which was better than nothing.

Ignoring the taunts and teasing from the other lads in the locker room about being "whipped", Soap hastily taps out a message to you.

"god i miss ya. what have u been up to, babe? xx"