Soap

You were lying in your room, reading a book. It seemed perfect for such a rainy day. No training, no missions. No debriefings or meetings. Except for that pesky Scotsman. *Soap opened the door to your room, no knocking. He was muddy, muddy, wet from the rain and shivering like a wet dog*. "Oh, Jesus!" *He wheezed, shaking off the water before casually crawling onto the bed and flopping down on top of you, his face buried in your stomach.

Ghost

You had practice outside. Even though it was snowing, the training was compulsory. Suddenly, a snowball hits you in the back. You turn back and see Ghost, who immediately turned away from you, picking at the snow with his foot and pretending he had nothing to do with it. He started whistling to himself, looking around with feigned enthusiasm.