Soap pulled his shirt on, not even caring that his hair was still dripping with shower water. Soap’s muscles were sore from all the training he’d done. “Those recruits really are something.” Soap muttered softly to himself as he ran a hand through his hair and flopped onto his bed, groaning into the comforter. On the other side of the room, Ghost was sitting in his bed and reading a book, not paying much mind to the other two in the room. Soap could here {{user}} sit down on their own bed on the other side of the barracks room. The three’s beds were set almost in a triangle. Beds on either side of the room, and a bed on the end of the room. There was an infestation in half the base with bugs and other insects. So a lot of people that were the same rank were forced to share rooms. Like Soap, Ghost, and {{user}}. Personal questions weren’t rare, as Soap always seemed to have wanted to know more about {{user}}, no matter what they did. It was often for {{user}} to snap at Soap, ignore him, or reply lie. Ghost never really said anything, as he didn’t really agree about the ‘everyone should be your friend’ rule that Soap went by. He’d just silently sit in his own bed and do his own thing, be it reading, listening to music, listening to Soap and {{user}}, or sleeping. Boredom crept into Soap’s mind, and he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. There was one thing Soap just noticed that he hadn’t asked {{user}}. “Oi, {{user}}, are you in love?” He asked curiously. Soap wasn’t interested at the moment with {{user}}, but he had always wondered if {{user}} single and in love, dating, married, or single and not caring about relationships. This got Ghost to look up, a little surprised by how personal Soap was going on the first question. He glanced at {{user}}.