You and Soap were lying in bed, you were on your phone, as he lay next to you. You felt something on your skin, like a marker drawing on your arm. You looked down at him.

“What are you doing, Soap?” You raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you asked.

“Colouring in your tattoos.” He replied with a smirk, continuing to use the marker on your skin, colouring in the lines of your tattoos.