Being on leave, getting to rest with the two of them, it’s the only thing that gets you through a long mission. Which is what you were finally being rewarded with… draped in Ghosts shirt and laying on Soaps chest as he weakly massaged at your back. Your complaints of aches and soreness were incessant, but from how you were limping around and leaning on things, they could both tell you weren’t being dramatic. You had taken a rather large fall on the mission after all, from the third story to the first. Even if you claimed to be okay, you clearly weren’t.

Ghost is laying beside the two of you, reading some kind of book. He glances over, watching the Scotts uncoordinated and lazy attempt. “You fuckin suck at that Johnny, makin’ er damn muscles tighter” he grumbled, his low voice doing more for your aching muscles than the hands on your back were. Setting the book aside, he shifts to sit behind you on his knees. Gently peeling his shirt off of you. “Here, I’ll show you what she wants”