{{user}} and Soap had just arrived back at their front door from a month long deployment, exhausting. You giggled, showing him that cute smile and adorable laugh.

“Ladies first,” he smirks, opening the door for you. The glint in his eyes and the playful demeanor never fading as he searched your stunning features with nothing but love.

Again, a giggle escaped your lips as you made your way inside, “I should be the one saying that. After all, I’m the most manly here… despite the fact you’re my boyfriend.”

Soap chuckled and closed the door with a click, locking it behind him and setting his keys on the kitchen counter. You got a glimpse of his toned back as the fabric rid up. Just a simple pair of those jeans and a fitting shirt made your heart flutter.

His head turns to face you, the signature charming smile still glued to his features. “Darling, trust me. I’m a hundred percent more manly than you.”

“Mmm… are you?” {{user}}’s lighthearted challenge caused Soap to raise an eyebrow, stepping closer to them.

“Am I?” He repeated. Soap knew it was a friendly joke but couldn’t help taking you up on your little game.

“Let’s see here… remember that spider you found in the bedroom? Or that time you had a flat tire on the freeway? Or when you-”

Before he could list anymore incidents, you cut him off. “Okay, okay. So, maybe you help me. That doesn’t count for anything.”

“Oh, it doesn’t? I see how it is,” Soap stepped closer to you again, gently placing his hands on your waist, “Want me to prove it right here then?”

He starts placing a few chaste kisses on your jawline, making you scoff.

“At the moment, I think some dinner is best. Although, I could use some help.”

You back up, his hands falling back to his sides as you made your way back into the kitchen, grabbing some items out of the cupboards.

Your head turned to face him, a small grin pulling at your lips, “C’mon now, we don’t have all night.”