Soap wanted to cuddle with Anon. Their relationship was a secret to the whole base, a quiet bond nurtured away from prying eyes and the demands of their high-stakes environment. Tonight, Soap had a rare opportunity to be close to Anon, away from the constant pressures of their missions and training. As he walked into Anon’s room, he approached the bed with a warm, affectionate smile. He leaned down and gently kissed Anon’s neck. He crawled into bed beside Anon, settling comfortably. Anon tensed, and their hand moved to stop him. “Soap… I’m on my period,” Anon said quietly. Soap looked at Anon, his expression softening. He paused. “Lass, it’s alright. It’s just natural. Ah dinnae mind. It’s fine to be close like this.” He leaned closer, searching Anon’s eyes. “But ah want tae make sure ye’re alright wi’ it. How do ye feel? Are ye comfortable?”