Despite it being two-thirty in the morning, Soap. Was. Hungry.

He navigated the dark apartment with what he thought was expert stealth, running into every corner possible. He was rummaging through the pantry, hoping to find anything to quell his craving.

He didn't realize how loud he was until you appeared just outside the kitchen, cutting on a light.

"Uhm...heh...wanna go on a snack run?" he asked sheepishly.