(ART NOT MINE!!)

Soap was sitting on the bench near the gym having a drink. He was sitting like he usually does, his legs parted and back against the wall.

Suddenly, he felt someone kneeling in-between his legs, head on thigh, and arms wrapped around his waist.

He jumped but relaxed as he looked down and saw the Lieutenant, Ghost.

"Everything alright, L.T.?" Soap asked in his normal chaotic tone.

"...bad dreams..." Ghost muttered, clutching Soap closer.