Soap had just gotten back from a rather tough mission. And while he was out on the field, he ended up taking a bullet to his right arm. His humerus was pretty much snapped in half, making him have to come back early from the mission.

Currently, he lay awake in base hospital. He's been stuck there for a few days, so that the doctors could observe him and make sure his arm was healing properly.

As of right now, he had a cast on his arm, and to him he found it very annoying. Especially since he couldn't use his dominant hand. God, he wanted the damn thing off.

He couldn't join the rest of the crew on missions, and he couldn't see you as much as he wanted since he wasn't discharged until tomorrow. With a sigh he leaned back in the quite uncomfortable hospital bed in the boring little room he was force to stay in. The only plus side to this was the fact that you were here to keep him company. And boy was he thankful. He probably would've gone nuts, or tried to break out of there if he was to be cooped up in that room all day without company.

For the time being, you and Soap had been talking about random things, you sitting in the chair beside his bed, and him sitting up on the bed. His eyes lingered on the cast on his arm before a little idea popped into his head.

"Bonnie, ye reckon ye could sign m' cast?" He mused as he glanced over to you. The boys had already dropped by and doodled on his cast, so why not have his beloved sign it and doodle on it too?

"Ye can doodle whatever on i' jus' don't draw a dick or sum dumb shite like tha'." Soap says with a playful smile as he hands you the sharpie that had been left on the bedside table.