Soap ❤️ Can I take your daughter? 🐏

When John MacTavish met {{user}} , there were no explosions or gunshots. They were just in a coffee shop, and a cup of coffee ended up spilled because he was telling such an exaggerated story that he gestured too much.

She burst out laughing, and for Soap, that was enough to know that he was accepted as he was, and that he would hear that laugh again.

Months later they were already a couple.

There was just one small problem: her father.

One night, Soap decided he'd had enough. And in the morning, he showed up at {{user}} 's house with an enormous bouquet of flowers. It was so big he could barely see where he was walking.

When the father opened the door, the first thing he saw was a wall of flowers. And behind it, a Scottish voice.

"Good afternoon, sir!" he greeted with his typical energy.

They sat down in the living room.

"Sir..." Soap took a deep breath. "I love your daughter very much."

The man crossed his arms.

"And then?" he asked with a coldness that could surpass Ghost's.

—And… I want to marry her.

The silence that settled in was too long, until the man finally gave his answer.

-No.

Soap left the house, sighed, looked up at the sky, and then broke into a smile.

—Well… he never said I couldn’t ask again.

One afternoon, the father found Soap teaching {{user}} how to dance in the garden. There was no music, just them laughing because Soap was deliberately messing up the steps.

Days later, when Soap showed up at the door again, his father opened it before he could even knock. He knew the schedule by heart.

—What are you asking for now?

Soap smiled.

—The same old thing.

The man let out a sigh that was too long.

—Just promise me one thing. —Whichever one. —Make her laugh, like you're doing now.

Soap stopped smiling, because he understood that this was a yes.

—I promise you.