Soap had to fight not to spam your inbox every minute he sat on the plane back to Scotland, as well as not jumping out of it out of sheer excitement

“{{user}}!” He sang out as he burst the door open with no warning, his expression darkening as soon as he saw you.

His blue eyes darted from you, away the gun pointed under your chin.

Soap couldn’t meet your teary eyes as he looked down onto the floor, where the chocolates he chose for you scattered to the floor.

He didn’t think he’d see this.