You sat on Soaps lap, doing his war paint, He kept a calm expression, occasionally chatting with you. Little did you know, the only reason he was letting you do his war paint was because he knew he wouldn’t be coming home from the mission he was about to go on

“You almost done, Lad?” He asked, he knew deep down this was going to tear you apart, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you…

You responded happily completely unaware of the situation…