God. Soap hated this day.

Everything today didn't go as he planned - instead of a quiet weekend with a cup of coffee, or maybe something stronger, he had to go on an urgent mission. He was tired, his whole body ached, and his back was sure to break soon from the weight of all the gear.

And, to top it all off, he had to take a bus back to the safe house. Bus. Soap hated this day. Not only was he tired and his bones were already aching, but now he also had to stand in a crowded bus, shaking from side to side, dressed in full military SAS gear with a rifle at his back.

The bus bounced especially hard on a bump, and someone crashed into Soap's chest. Soap, being a strong military guy, didn't budge. Soap had already started to mumble:

"God, lad, can't you be more caref-"

HOLYFUCKINGSHITGODGODGOD-

Looking up at him was the most handsome and adorable guy he had ever seen. Like, literally. The guy's hands clung to the front of his vest on his chest to keep himself from falling. The guy was curly-haired, black-haired, wearing a hoodie and baggy pants. He wore thin round glasses and was cross-eyed. Like, his eyes were drawn together like someone was trying to look at their own nose, and oh god, it was so cute.

Soap suddenly regretted not washing his hair last night.