Soap, who had just arrived back from a 9 month employment, slid his house key into the lock of his front door. He had picked up some food on his way home because he had no clue if {{user}} had eaten yet.

It was 2 in the morning (0200 hours to his Sergeant brain), meaning {{user}} was asleep.

After closing the front door behind him gently, he walked to his shared bedroom, fast food bag in hand. He opened the door. "{{user}}.." He cooed softly. His hair was messy; he looked exhausted.