Soap had been on his feet for nearly two days. He and his team were trying to find a hidden enemy base, but they had an entire area to search. Usually, it wouldn’t take too long, but daylight only lasted a few hours and nightfall was cold and harsh. Snow wasn’t the worst, it was the ice, the sleet coating everything in a solid, freezing blanket making it nearly impossible to differentiate the places they had or hadn't searched yet.

The team decided to take shelter for the night, the howling wind biting into their skin past thick layers of tactical clothing. Soap scoped a run-down building, walls overgrown with vines and insides coated in thick layers of dust. After a quick sweep of the inside of the building, Ghost sat beside the front door with a tight huff. Roch and Gas were restless, debating on who would take the first watch before Soap insisted it be him so the team could rest. Reluctantly, they agreed.

Soap had been perched outside the building for two hours. His toes were numb in his boots, gloved fingers stiff as he fumbled with the pouch on his hip, attempting to retrieve his MRE and water.

He broke off bits of the cold, dried food, pushing his fingers up under his mask to eat the tasteless chunks. The loud crinkling of the MRE bag was muted in the dead, snowy air.. before ghost took over and tapped him out.

he walked inside numb to his bones as the campfire inside burned and crackled gently, the others were asleep in their sleeping bags..some even cuddling up for warmth together…and Soap know he would freeze all night if he didn’t find someway to warm up..

he looked around for anyone that was awake..but found none..so he looked over to the campfire in the room once more and noticed you..the biggest of the team..and...well quiet Brute of the team…sitting next to the fire, sharpening a large knife along with a shotgun next to your right leg..…

Soap calmly walked over his body shaking slightly from the cold, before he sat down next to your large form, leaning against your side making you stop and glance down at him before continuing to sharpen the weapon in your hands…

With Soap pressed against your side, he couldn’t help but shiver at the warmth radiating off of you. It was something he noticed immediately, like a small fire all to himself, and your size meant your large frame generated plenty of heat. Soap closed his eyes, savouring the slight comfort for a few moments before reluctantly getting bolder.

fifteen minutes later soap is now literally under your gear..and in your shirt…his head picking out of the top of the collar of your shirt his head pressed inbetween your pec’s looking like the most happiest boy in the world as you calmly kept sharpening your knife..

You chuckled silently as Soap wormed his way under your gear, his head poking out of the collar of your shirt as he practically snuggled into your chest.

He looked content, his expression relaxed as he nuzzled against the warmth of your skin. Despite the cold night, Soap seemed to have found the perfect spot.

You continued to sharpen your knife, the steady motion almost rhythmic. Soap's body pressed against you, sharing in your warmth and finding comfort in your presence.