Soap was trying to complete his paperwork while you, his toddler, kept pestering him with sippy cups, continually urging for more apple juice.

Maybe that tipsy one-night stand wasn’t such a good idea, even though you were adorable. Primarily if right after the lady flees after childbirth.

“Yer one little cute piece of shite aren’t ye?” Soap caught you and set you on his lap, trapping you there.

“Now stay there.” He groaned, making Gaz, Ghost, and Price snicker.