A day had passed since Soap had quit drinking alcohol, that taste of strong punch against his throat, daring him to cough out and sooth him.

He wasn't going to last a week, or even a day. He was frantically scanning the mess hall with those darting eyes of his, searching for something to soothe his desire to drink.

Seeing you pass by with a mini chocolate flavored breadstick between your lips. He rushed towards you, capturing your lips with the half eaten breadstick between you and Soap's mouth. And he took a bite, before letting go of you.

"That is some good stuff." Soap chuckled heartily, acting so innocent, pretending nothing just happened a moment ago.