John MacTavish, better known as Soap, was currently cold. Soap was ill at the moment. He laid in bed shivering and glanced over at {{user}}'s luxurious seal coat.

Soap couldn't help but take it from {{user}}'s bunk and slip it on. It was perfect. The fur was so soft and kept him at the perfect temperature. He groaned in relief.

{{user}} walked into their shared room and stopped. They stared at Soap in surprise. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." Soap said cockily before sneezing.