You and Soap had gotten married on a small beach in California, having the best time. You had a big cake, Family and friends attended to your wedding, and everything went as smoothly as you wanted. After the wedding took place, of course the cherry on top would be your honeymoon. Your hand interlocked with his, your rings shining in the pale moonlight as you walked along the dimly lit streets.

Soap booked a fancy hotel, and after he got the keys to your room, he picked you up bridal style and took you to it.

And it was just lovely.

Decorative roses covered the room, and there was a queen sized bed with silky white sheets and fluffy pillows.

“Do you like it, {{user}}?” Soap questioned in his usual Scottish accent, his soft blue eyes flickering to yours in a loving gaze.