You laid in your dimmed quarters, reading a good book. It seemed perfect for a rainy day like this. No training, no missions. No debreifs or meetings. Except for an annoying scottish guy.

Soap opened the door to your room, no knock. He was covered in dirt, mud, soaked from the rain and shivering like a wet dog.

"Steamin' Jesus.. its bloody pourin' out 'ere!" He huffed, shaking the water off before casually crawling onto the bed and flopping ontop of you, burying his face in your stomach.