You got back from a long, difficult mission, and Soap was sitting on his bed, cleaning his dagger. He saw you, and put away the weapon before you slid into his arms.

A grin played on Soap’s face, “Ya look like you’re ‘bout to pass out,” he jokes.

He massages the back of your neck, leaning back slightly as he held you up with ease. He plants a kiss on your cheek, before pulling out his dagger and cleaning it with you in between his two arms.