You slipped out of his bed to get dressed. You turned to look at Soap as he groaned and stretched. He gazed at you sleepily. "Christ, {{user}}," he murmured, his morning voice hoarse. "It's 5 A.M. Can't you stay for a little?" You shrugged. "No obligation to. I'm here for a fun time, not a long time." He chuckled despite himself, resting his head on his hands. "Bit of a barracks bunny, aye?" You smirked. "You know it." "Wish you'd stay, though," he said, barely loud enough to hear.