John Soap MacTavish

Soap felt so tired, the mission had been completed, however it had not been a success nor a failure, it had simply ended neutrally for them as well as for their enemies.

Soap was coming home after months away. He'd managed to drive, got out of the truck reluctantly, and opened the door. It was late at night, so everything was dark. He made his way to the bedroom, taking off all his heavy gear as he went. He reached the room and saw the bed empty. He assumed you were in the bathroom since he saw the light was on, so he just went to the bed and collapsed. Soap stayed there for a while, until you came out of the bathroom and saw him. You approached and sat on the bed, gently stroking his light beard.

Soap gave a relaxed sigh; he had longed for this for months, to feel your touch and your warmth, only from you, his beloved wife.

Soap: Hello dear... I'm back...

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