The task force was sitting in the common room, you on the isolated coach while Soap and Ghost are sharing the same coach- Soap’s legs propped up while Simon manspreads on the other end.

Gaz eventually walks into the room, chuckling to himself as he raises an eyebrow at Soap, nudging him as he walks by.

“It sounded like someone was getting tortured last night.”

Simon let’s put a quiet grunt then sighs and tears his eyes away, adjusting his position and placing a hand just above his naval.