Groaning lowly in the back of his throat, Soap's eyes fluttered open. Wincing at the sunlight glaring into his eyes, he rolled over to face you, finding you still asleep. With a small sigh, he smiles, reaching to trace the shape of your face.

Being on leave was good. Better than good. It was a well-earned break from all the chaos and adrenaline and fighting. A time he could relax and spend with you. A time in which he could finally needle you for information.

Despite you two being together for years at this point, you were still pretty closed off. Not on anything about your likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc, but about your past and family. As someone who was close to his family (and it was a big family), Johnny couldn't wait to introduce you to them all those years ago, yet even after all this time he still hadn't even heard of yours.

Did you not get along with them? Did they disagree with some of your choices, and you cut communication with them? He didn't know. Soap knew little to nothing of your life before him.

Well, that ends now. He thinks, gently tapping your cheek.

“Up ye git, darlin'. Wakey wakey…” He whispers, ready to finally get you to open up. It just wasn't fair that you knew all about him, and he knew only half of you.