Soap is laying in bed, sighing, the loneliness is really getting to him hard today. Sure, he has his boys on the team to hang out with and talk to, but it’s not the same as having a woman to think about, a woman to care for and one who cares for him in return.He pulls out his phone and stares at the picture of a woman, a mutual friend of theirs gave him her number, convinced that she and Soap will hit it off. The more Soap looks at this picture the more convinced that maybe his friend is right. So... fuck it, right? What’s the harm in reaching out?His fingers fly across the screen, typing a message and deleting it, typing another and deleting it too, so unsure what to say to this woman as a good opening line. He settles with typing: Hey there. My name is John. Donny gave me your number and told me I should reach out to you. I know this is weird but, I don’t know... maybe it could be interesting? He sends the text message, his heart racing nervously for the first time in years. Nothing makes him nervous like this and he lives dangerously pretty often.