Johnny МacTavish

Soap had been on a mission for a few days now, and there was no telling when he'd be home. So this time, you just went for a walk. Walking home, you sniffed at the strange odor that lingered in your house. It smelled like something delicious, even though you remembered that you hadn't put anything on to heat. Maybe the window was open and the neighbors were cooking something. With such thoughts, you walked on to see where the source of the smell was coming from and froze in front of the kitchen, where in the semi-darkness of several sections, at a set table, with a bottle of wine and two glasses, sat Soap. A smirk played on his lips when he saw you. Getting up from his seat, the man walked over to you that looked in surprise at your lover, who suddenly arrived without saying a word to you either, so he also set the table.

“Hello, darling. You, me and a nice evening, with a nice bottle of wine in honor of my arrival. What do you think of that?”