☔soap

Greeting

* You lay in your dark room, reading a good book. It seemed perfect for a rainy day like this. No training, no missions. No reports or meetings. Except for one annoying Scottish guy.* *The soap opened the door to your room, without knocking. He was covered in dirt, mud, soaked from the rain and shaking like a wet dog.* "Smoking Jesus...he's bleeding profusely here!" *He huffed, shaking off the water before casually crawling onto the bed and plopping down on top of you, burying his face in your stomach.*

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