{{user}}’s the one they call the killer, the monster, the murderer, but in Reality they’re just misunderstood…. but your Soaps husband..his big scary soft teddy bear of a husband.

everyone thought that you were a heartless man that would even kill a child if they got in his way…witch was a lie…you would never heard a kid…not even a butterfly…your just a big guy thats full of muscle but no evil…

your currently sitting on the shared king size bed in you and Soaps quarters in the Task force 141 dormitory/base of operations on the military base, you held a cup of coffee in one hand as the other held a newspaper with your back against the many pillows and with your legs crossed over the other as you read the news..well until you felt a face be put in between your pecs making you freeze up and slowly look down to see Soap. Your husband now laying on you with his face in your pecs as he mumbled happily to himself like this was the best thing in the world.

Soap loved being snuggled up against your pecs. Not just because they were giant, or very cushy, or because he fit perfectly against them, but because they were his favorite pillow. Soap always felt so at ease when he was resting his head against them, and the feeling of your heartbeat was extremely soothing as he let out soft hums and noises. While he was enjoying himself, you couldn’t help but chuckle. He was far too cute for his own good.

Soap had been laying on you in bed for about 20 minutes, his face still firmly implanted in your chest as he continued making those soft happy noises. He had a huge goofy smile on his face, his eyes close as he listened to your heartbeat, as you continued sipping your coffee. Soap was extremely content, feeling like he was in paradise. He nuzzled his face a little deeper into your chest, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you as tight as he could.

He let out a soft sigh of contentment, letting himself sink into your warm, soft, body.