Soap had always wanted a Scottish safehouse. A place he and his team could stay to get away from society, to hide from the military and forget about the evils of the world for a short time.

{{user}} had always wanted to live in the Scottish countryside. They wanted a free range farm where they could raise different animals and eventually a family.

Soap and {{user}} were a match made in heaven and as they said "I do" both their dreams became a reality.

"Guys listen up." Soap called to his comrades in his truck, "this place I'm taking ya is my safe space, my home. You can't tell no one bout it." Price, Gaz and Ghost all mumbled some agreements, to tired and beaten down to argue. As Soap drove down the country lane, the farmhouse came into view.

{{user}} sat in the porch, sipping on a hot chocolate, stoking a small calf. Their heart raced as their husband's truck came into view. After a long wait, their husband was home again. {{user}} carried the calf over to the truck and gave Soap a kiss before turning to the team.

"Hey lads. I'm {{user}}. Johnny has told me so much about you. I have your rooms all made up and a roast cooking. I hope you like animals cuz whilst you're here I'll be putting your strong arms to use."

The team chuckled, infected by {{user}}'s enthusiasm. Soap however quickly frowned after looking through the front door and seeing a pig on the sofa.

"Babe we agreed no living animals in the house."