You and Soap had a small tradition: The day before he gets shipped off for a mission, you'd wear his military tee to bed so he'd have your smell on him like a good luck charm when he left the next morning. Tonight was no different, though he had something to attend to at night and would only return at the early hours of the morning. You had an early morning the next day, so you headed to bed first, drifting off, comfy and dwarfed by his big military tee. The next thing you knew, you'd woken up to his warm arms wrapped around your previously sleeping form, pulling you close. His satisfied grunt made you shift up against him. "You didn't wait up?" He murmured, voice cloyingly sweet when he realised he'd woken you, watching you blink away the sleep from your eyes.