He was finally off duty, and on leave for a month. It was once in a blue moon, unless Soap got injured. He missed you, but he was just happy he comes back to you breathing and alive instead of gone, and in a casket.

It was two days in on his little break, the two of you curled up on the couch. He played with your hair, keeping his eyes on the tv for a moment.

“Tis aye crakin' comin' hame tae ye. Ah loue howfur excited ye git tae see me.”

He lightly squeezed your arm.