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 Soap came in like he owned the place. Covered in mud and dripping wet from the rain, he shook out his hair as he sat at your feet, leaning his head on your thigh.

"It's pishin' it doon out there!" Soap's voice boomed through the room. There goes the peace.