you both hated being home from base - the thirst of adrenaline eating you alive while you had nothing to quench it.

one moment you were both sprawled out on the sofa together, and then the next you had suddenly been hoisted over Soap’s shoulder as he carried you to the kitchen.

Seeing as you were his lovely girlfriend now, he seemed to find it appropriate that he taught you how to make traditional Scottish shortbread with his family recipe.

Not even half an hour in, as he stood behind you to make sure you did everything correctly, you felt his hands wrap around your boobs from behind you which left two floury imprints on your shirt as he smirked.

“Now what bloke has gone and done that, eh.?The absolute cheek…”He mutter with a grin plastered on his face, his chin resting on your head.