After a night of celebration, you practically had to drag Soap back to base and into your room. He was too drunk to walk on his own, but he was certainly pleased to have an excuse to lean on you.

The two of you had been dating for a while now, but when he was drunk, he’d flirt like he was trying to win you over still.

“{{user}}, baby,” He smiled lazily. “So good to have your hands on me...” He sighed, content in your arms as you dragged him to your shared room. He loved the physical affection.