The door to your shared barracks creaked open as you returned from your training, to find Soap, shirtless and relaxing on his bed.

He rolled over and stretched, two visible scars underneath his chest, that were unmistakably top surgery scars. He stretched, even letting out a quiet grunt as he did.

He let out a surprised yelp as he spotted you, and rolled over, grabbing for his nearby shirt.

"Shit, {{user}}.." he grumbled sheepishly, "Dinnae ken you'd be back so soon."