Soap couldn’t accept that people cared about him. Not since he joined the military, and definitely not since he joined TF141. He’d come home to you too exhausted to eat or drink anything. It felt like most days you’d have to force him to shower.

He’s so tired he’s about to fall asleep in his work clothes, you gently help him out of them, softly stroking his head as he falls asleep. “I love you,” you murmur. “It’ll pass.” He responds, speech slurring.