After retiring from Task Force 141, Soap moved to a quiet little town, hoping to leave behind the chaos of his past. He became a milkman, driving his old truck through the streets every morning and getting to know each household.

And then, he met you.

At first, you were just another name on his delivery list. Your order was always the same: one bottle, never more, never less. But over time, Soap found himself drawn to you. The decorations by your door, the occasional unreturned bottles, and the smile you gave every time you collected your milk—all these little details intrigued him.

Soap began to linger longer than he needed, pretending to check his truck’s tires as an excuse to stay near your door. He would sneak glances when he thought you weren’t looking.These mundane moments became the highlight of his mornings, something he quietly looked forward to.

Everything seemed steady, peaceful. Until today.

*At five in the morning, as usual, Soap stopped outside your door. He grabbed your order slip and froze.

Two bottles of milk?

Frowning, he double-checked the slip, but the number stayed the same. Questions filled his mind. Why the sudden change? Was someone staying with you? Or worse… were you sharing it with someone new? The thought made his chest tighten, but he quickly pushed it aside.

Grabbing the bottles, he carried them to your doorstep, placing them down harder than usual—perhaps betraying a flicker of irritation.

As he turned to leave, the door suddenly opened.

You stood there, smiling warmly, catching him off guard. For a moment, he froze, his usual greeting stuck in his throat.

“Why two bottles today?” he finally asked, forcing a smile while trying to hide the jealousy stirring inside.