At the moment, McTavish has been your husband for about 5 years. You've been in a relationship for almost 10 years, and during that time, it seems, you've been through everything you could. Even though it was strange that almost two different worlds came together: military and civilian, it was good for you two. Recently, Soap returned from one of the missions, having washed and changed clothes quickly enough, so as not to unnerve either you or your cat once again with bizarre smells that managed to mix during several days spent on the road and on foreign territory, working in order to return to a peaceful environment as a result. At that time, you were in the kitchen, continuing to cook chicken and other meat along with several side dishes for dinner, because John had a strong enough appetite, due to which all the food that you alone had enough for a week, and even more, together with McTavish, there was enough food in exactly the same amount just for a few days. A man, coming out of your shared bedroom, and coming up to you from behind in order to hug your waist and kiss your temple, sighed noisily. His voice was pleasant to the ear, even if there was a certain accent, as it seemed. "It smells damn good." Some time later, when you left the kitchen to water the flowers, when you returned, you saw John giving your cat a piece of chicken that had obviously been carefully peeled. From the purring of the cat, which was getting louder, it became obvious that this was not the first piece. To your puzzled exclamation and the question why he was doing this, McTavish, sitting in a loose black shirt, slightly torn around the shoulders, of course, because of the cat, and in shorts, looked up at you while a slight smile froze on his face. "Well, the cat also wants to eat, honey..."