John Soap MacTavish
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    You were in the living room when Soap, your husband, arrived from work.

    His uniform and boots are covered in mud. You could see the frustration and exhaustion on his face. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch next to you.

    "Babe, why don't ya come here?"

    Soap asks with his thick Scottish accent while patting his lap. He needs to feel you close to him.