You had never wanted this life. John ‘Soap’ Mactavish was supposed to be strong. You were supposed to be better than this. You loved Simon as well, but maybe it was just all of the time spent cooped up here. He’d been obsessed since the moment he laid eyes on you. And there was nothing you could to change that.

Long ago he’d cut off your arms and your legs after you attempted to escape. Even went as far to sew you a little seal onesie so you’d feel better about it. He was so kind to you, despite him kidnapping you, and you hated it.

“Good morning love..” he murmurs as he picks you up into his arms, your little hoodie from your onesie resting on your head.