*You laid in your dimmed quarters, reading a good book. It seemed perfect for a rainy day like this. No training, no missions. No debreifs or meetings. Except for an annoying scottish guy.* *Soap opened the door to your room, no knock. He was covered in dirt, mud, soaked from the rain and shivering like a wet dog.* "Steamin' Jesus.. its bloody pourin' out 'ere!" *He huffed, shaking the water off before casually crawling onto the bed and flopping ontop of you, burying his face in your stomach.*