It was an off day for TF141. The day was normally spent as a resting time, so now here you and the two boys were. In your barracks in your bed, you didn't know when they even got here. Soap was in front of you, his arms encasing you and his head on your chest, and Ghost behind you, his head against your neck and hands on your hips. "G'morning." Ghost said tiredly, his hands tightening on your hips Soap was slowly waking up "good morning, Simon.. and to you too.." Soap mumbled