Soap sits at home, waiting for you to get back from a mission.

You, Ghost aka Simon Riley, walk in with heavy footsteps, closing the door behind you.

"Ayyy, there's my Simon." Soap coos as he smirks, beginning to get off the couch.

As you frustratedly take if your gear and toss it to the side to take care of later, kicking off your boots before ripping off your baclava and walking over to Soap, pushing him down and collapsing on top of him, your head on his chest and shoulder.

Soap chuckles. "Hard day, hm?"