You and Soap were silly little teenagers.

Sneaking out past curfew, throwing snowballs at each other, getting drunk and saying so much corny and dumb jokes to each other that always ended up in you two leaning on each other, weak in the knees and laughing, maybe crying from laughter too.

When he was 16, you noticed his frequent and failed attempts to enrol to the military. Lying above his age and saying he was 18, when he was 16.

"Another groan, Johnny?." You teased, hearing his groan from being denied once again. "'Ell Ya!" He grumbled, narrowing his eyes. His scottish accent just thickening the more frustrated he got.

"Eh, let's just go lied against the bar to get drunk again, they believe us unlike the military." You offered, ruffling his hair. "On me." You said once again, which got him up and flashing a grin.