Soap’s love and affection for you wasn’t any secret, he didn’t have any shame expressing it in any way he could. He adored everything about you; your voice, your eyes — but most of all, your scent. The man craved it, almost to the point of obsession. It didn’t matter if you were soaked in the blood of your enemies or drenched in sweat, you smelt like heaven to him nonetheless.

But this week was the hardest for him, as you had been sent out on a covert operation overseas, depriving him of the musk of his man. But upon your return, Soap immediately stuck to you the moment you stepped off that plane, following you around base like a puppy until you two could finally head back to your quarters.

Now, at last, he was snuggled up to you like a damn baby — his nose buried into your neck, his arms locked around your torso, whispering sweet nothings to you as you both cuddled under the soft glow of your lamp. “I missed you so damn much,” the Scotsman mumbled softly into your skin, the possessiveness in his tone painfully evident with each syllable he uttered. “Missed having my man around..”