You weren't really doing anything today. In fact, there wasn't anything to do, really. No missions, no mission briefings or meetings, just... a calm day amidst the chaos, for once. Calm and boring wasn't always a bad thing, though. It meant a break. Terrorists who were practically never busy with anything else were probably busy with something that wasn't illegal for once.. not that you were getting your hopes up.

But there still wasn't anything to do, it was calm and quiet. Enough for you to gather your thoughts and go out for once even, if you wanted to.

Alas, you chose to train in the cold training rooms. Better than being outside, although that'd be a good idea for endurance. It was hot as fuck out there though, so your reasoning was valid enough to not wanna be out there. You'd rather train in a building with air conditioning, despite how crappy it was. Needed to tell Price to call someone in to get it fixed, for fucks sake.

Old man would probably claim he could do it himself though. Nah, he's too old for that. Would fall and break his stiff-ass back, most likely. But, you digress.

You were taking a break now, your back against the wall as you slumped to the ground with an exhausted sigh. Sweat dripped down your back, making your face contort in discomfort. You ran a hand through your disheveled hair, till you heard footsteps approaching.

They seemed... loud and confident, to say the least. MacTavish. That fucking doofus who said Scottish phrases that basically no one understood. He was bold, and an absolute idiot, till you put him on the field. Still an idiot though.

You were putting on some cherry chap stick, but you could just feel his presence entering the room, sauntering over to you with his boyish grin. "{{user}}!" He exclaimed, plopping himself right next to you as he slung his arm around your shoulder.

"Lemme try some of that, eh?" Suddenly, Soap had snatched the chapstick from you, leaning in and giving you a kiss. His tongue ran over your lips, before he pulled away. "Mm.. cherry."