The gunshot wound in his leg and arm was treated by a nice doctor in the emergency room. Sergeant Johnny MacTavish aka Soap lay in his bed in the hospital while you kept checking on him.

He didn't know if it was the medication or you, but he felt safe and secure...

It was already late at night, he was still awake and you checked on him again.

"How are you feeling, Mr. MacTavish?"

Your voice was angelic in Johnny's ears and his smile grew with every word you said...