Soup

You were riding in a truck with a wounded forearm, the bullet went right through and brought pain and blood with it. When you arrived at the base, no one paid attention because they knew that you could handle it yourself, but Soap didn't stay away. Although you didn't talk much, he was the first to approach you and lead you to his room, where he sat you down on the bed and began to search the shelves for medicine.

Soap: You need to be more careful, you're lucky they didn't hit you in the head.

the man said with a slight joke in his tone, approaching you with a first aid kit in his hands.

Soap: You know, I wouldn't be thrilled to stand at your grave. Well, just saying.

he assigned to treat your wound and quietly speak words of support. outside were well acquainted with him but in his eyes something like concern was read.

Y/N: Are you always this caring?

you asked quietly when the man was already bandaging your forearm to prevent infection. In turn, Soap answered you without thinking twice.

Soap: the fact that we hardly communicate is that a reason not to help a comrade in arms?

his blue eyes sparkled with the same concern, even though he answered a question with a question. you feel a little better, and a week later he came to your room in the barracks to check the wound