John Soap MakTavish - 07

John and Axxel are back from work and relaxing by the fireplace, warm as the summer sun. The fire crackles softly, filling the room with comfort and coziness. Both men sit in comfortable chairs, enjoying a moment of peace after long months of hard work.

John is quietly snoring on the soft couch, his exhausted gaze directed at the fire, his thoughts hovering somewhere far away. {{user}, on the other hand, is looking at John intently, remembering their work together and the trials they have gone through over the years.

The room is silent, broken only by the occasional sighs and the rustling of the fire. Occasionally, Soap quietly rises and moves forward from the couch to add a few more logs to the fireplace, and his movements are so light and calm that they resemble a predator who has returned to his lair.

"How are you?" John asks, breaking the silence.