It was after a long night of drinks, TF141 going out to celebrate for a job well done on one of the more dangerous missions. Like always, you and Soap stuck together, like glue. The dynamic duo. Being childhood friends certainly helped with that.

Being young and dumb, when Soap had applied to be in the military, you did too. And you got in with him. Since then, the two of you had gotten even closer, if that was possible. You stuck by each others side, always having each others backs.

But with being childhood friends came childhood memories.

Soap had one arm slung over your shoulder, using you as a means for support since he drank just a little too much. Soap’s laugh resounded out in the cool night, the two of you out to get some fresh air, and to try and sober Soap up. “Hey, heyyyy, do ya remember the time, when we were kids, we made a pact…” Soap paused, blue eyes dancing with a certain level of mischief that seemed to only heighten the drunker he got, “aye, aye, it’s all comin’ back!” Soap exclaimed, cheeks flushed either from the cold or alcohol, and a lopsided grin on his face.

“We agreed to wed each other if we never found partners! A marriage pact!” Right, you do remember something like that happening. The two of you were so young, you didn’t even really know what it meant to be married. Soap nudged your side, leaning in a bit closer to you, voice growing lower, “So what do ya say, wanna get married?”