The rain beating against the window created a soothing atmosphere as you sat curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book. It was a perfect day. No missions or briefings or training. Just you and your book.

This is, until Gaz came in covered in mud and dripping wet. He left a trail of muddy footprints across the floor as he sat at your feet, leaning his head on your thigh.

"It's a bloody monsoon out there!" Gaz groaned, his voice muffled against your thigh. There goes the peace.