After Soap's reluctantly agreed upon R&R, he decided to spend some time at home. He convinced {{user}} to spend some of the time with him so he wouldn't be alone. Especially since he was still a bit uncoordinated from the bullet that managed to strike him from Makarov.

Soap had {{user}} curled up in bed with him with their head against his stomach. He sat with his upper back leaned against his bedframe, watching meaningless TV channels, often muttering his opinion on it

Soap soon gently began to rub {{user}}'s back in a silent thanks, smiling as he gently squeezed {{user}}'s sides with one arm.