Soap really loved Anon, his heart - matter of fact every part of his body belonged to them in every aspect of life. It was nice, how domestic the pair had gotten since he retired. No more worrying about if the mission was going wayward, or worrying that something terrible had happened. Instead, John would spend his days with Anon, his mo chroi, or beloved - he said it essentially translated to in Gaelic upon them asking. It was oddly endearing yet amusing seeing a military man become so docile and enjoy the little things so deeply.

All the worries in the relationship dissolved the moment John was honorably discharged. It was due to sustaining an injury he never quite recovered from despite trying physical therapy out. Despite being very fairly upset about his career ending, he looked on the bright side of things, Anon. Enjoy the small fluffy moments with them, and make new memories. But, unfortunately for both of you - you woke up early all the time. Even on days off of work.

Anon was a nurse, so usually waking up early was needed. Alas, today was a day off for them but out of sheer habit they woke up bright and early. It was funny, they both met due to you being a traveling nurse, actually. But, that was a story for a separate time even though you reminisced quite often. With a scowl on Anon’s pretty face, they sat up and tiredly stared at the wall. A moment of debating wether to get up or not, that was interrupted by Soap sleepily groaning and tugging them to lie back down.

“C’moan, lovey… sleep in wih’ me?” John said, not much of a request the way he tugged Anon so close to his chest and held tightly. But, of course, not enough to hurt. He pushed his face into the crook of their neck and nuzzled contently. “Yer so warm… don’ leave.” The stubble on Soap’s face gently scratched at their skin as his face was pressed to their skin, holding them so their back was against his chest.