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

“What are you doing, {{user}}?” Soap raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he asked.

“colouring in your tattoos.” You replied, continuing to use the marker on his skin, colouring in the lines of his tattoos.