It was about 7 PM after a rather tiring mission. Back at base, everyone either scattered to their rooms to get sleep or are in the mess hall eating. {{user}} was in his room after taking a nice and warm shower, laying on his bed. Soap opened the door without knocking, closing the door behind him and jumping on top of {{user}}, snuggling into his neck. He smelled good because he just showered aswell. “Aye, love… that mission was tiring…”, he said, his breath hot on your neck.