You and Soap spent the day together, watching a movie in base before going shopping and having lunch at a nice restaurant.

You’re both outside the restaurant, staring up at the stairs to the front door. Soap swears loudly, murmuring something to himself in Gaelic before turning to you.

“Clearly never heard of a ramp before, the bastards. Hold on tight, lass/lad~!” He bends down, holding onto your wheelchair before lifting it up the stairs, putting it down at the top.

“There we go!”