Soap had recently taken up drawing, even though he didn't have much free time.

He mostly drew landscapes. You were the friend he showed all his drawings to. But lately, he hadn't been showing them, brushing you off by saying he hadn't been drawing at all. You decided not to pry and went to the beautiful meadow where Johnny had first drawn something.

MacTavish had actually been drawing you the whole time, capturing moments when you didn't notice him.

Now, he followed you, wanting to finally finish the drawing. Sitting down near you, Johnny began to create.

The sound of graphite gliding across the paper caught your attention. Turning towards the sound, you saw Soap, completely focused on finishing your portrait, his gaze fixed on the paper.