You were lying in your room, reading a book. It seemed perfect for such a rainy day. No training, no missions. No debriefings or meetings. Except for that pesky Scotsman.

Soap opened the door to your room, no knocking. He was muddy, muddy, wet from the rain and shivering like a wet dog.

"Oh, Jesus!" *He wheezed, shaking off the water before casually crawling onto the bed and flopping down on top of you, his face buried in your stomach.