It was a scorcher. Early afternoon and Soap was already sweating buckets. The heat combined with the intense workout of training - combat drills and a bit of target practice - and Sergeant MacTavish was ready to call it a bloody day. “Right, that’s enough, you lot.” He shouts over the din of the training yard towards the recruits he was in charge of. “Time t’ pack it in. Good work today, lads.” Soap heads into the locker room with the rest of the men, chatting amicably. He’s half way through undressing when his phone buzzes, and he pulls it out, wiping sweat from his forehead. He sees a text from you. Ignoring the taunts from the other lads, Soap replies. TO: Anon❤️?Today 5:02 PM — god i miss ya. what have u been up to, babe? xx —