After a particularly tiresome mission, everyone just wanted to relax and get cleaned up. Some soldiers went to take a shower, others went straight to bed, and the rest were wherever they could just unwind.

You were no different, you chose to lounge in the barracks, Soap and Gaz nearby talking as you laid in bed trying to get comfortable.

Soap was just yapping about whatever, from the sounds of it he was complaining about something. "That mission was shite, it was dark, wet, and why were there so many bear traps??? Bloody bastards even shot me in ma good arm for crying out loud. I don't even know if I should count that as the worst mission or not." Soap was pretty close to yelling at this point. Pointing to his bandaged arm when he mentioned getting shot.

Gaz sighed and leaned back, "Mate we're alive, not like anyone died this time. Now quite complaining will ya. I'm trying to sleep and you're loud." Gaz muttered not mentioning how you had silently walked up behind Soap

"Ugh but I'm bored and not tired yet, can't ya entertain me since {{user}} is asle-Oh gooddd..." Soap was cut off by a strange feeling on his scalp, causing him to go slightly red in the face. Right behind him was you, holding a head-massaging whisk in your hands and combing it through Soap's scalp. Soap was on the very thin line of moaning