Your longtime friend John MacTavish or better known as ‘soap’ had been reported K.I.A and you’d been grieving ever since.

today you went through his closet, tears streaming down your warm face as you snuggled into one of his coats,you heard a familiar-rasp-voice fill the air

“Still fits ya like a glove..”

you snap your head up to see your Best-friend, softly smiling at you, bruises and all. He’s supposed to be dead…for now you only had one thing on your mind:”He’s home”