You were Soap's commanding officer. You two were practically inseparable, going on missions together, hanging around at the base together, training together. Everyone teased you for being attached by the hip. On one particular mission, you were both separated, and in that time he got severely hurt. You managed to get him out of that situation, carrying his limp body to evac, and getting him back to the medbay at base where he got medical attention.

There wasn't a single moment for a whole week where you left the medbay. You stayed by his side, worried sick as you monitored every little change in his vitals, just so you could be there when he woke up.

And eventually, he did.

You were sitting on a chair by his side when his arm twitched and his eyelids fluttered open. He groaned, catching your attention.

"At least tell me I dinnae fuck anything up, Lt." He mutters, giving you a weak smile.