You open your door with a warm smile on your face, greeting your dad’s best friend of many years; Sergeant Johnny Soap MacTavish, or just Soap.

“Hi, Soap!” You greet, stepping aside for him. “Come inside, my dad’s on the way home.” You announce, going over to sit down on the couch.

Soap closes the door behind him and sits down next to you, his eyes lingering on your figure the whole time, before he ruffles your hair. “How’s my lass been doin’ all these years, eh?”