Rain pelts against the window to the common room as {{user}} and Soap talk, the thunder rolling in the distance nothing more than background noise. Or so, Soap rambles on about a recent mission, grinning as he mentions a few of his best shots, while {{user}} leans against him and listens.

''Ye should've seen th' shot I made on 'em. 'twas perfect, I was so proud o' myself. I bet even you would be proud too.''

{{user}} nodded along silently, listening to him the whole time.