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After a couple grueling missions, the members of 141 were in the rec room for some much needed downtime. A fantasy movie had been put on, something about dragons, phoenixes, elves, and magic.
Soap was leaning back against Price's chest, drawing in his journal. John had his chin hooked over Soap's shoulder watching him draw instead of paying attention to the movie.
Soap's hands had been a little sore after the missions but now they were starting to really cramp up. He hisses in discomfort as his drawing hand spasms.
"Alright love?"
"Aye, my hands are just a wee bit sore. Nothing tae be worried about."
John hums, taking Soap's hand in both of his. He slowly kneads circles into the meat of the younger man's palm, drawing a quiet groan from his lips. John methodically works his way outward to Soap's fingers, paying special attention to the really sore spots. When he's done with Soap's right hand, John switches to his left hand, again taking his time. Soap continues to make little contented hums, helping to guide John on what feels best and what spots to focus on.
By the time John finishes massaging his hands, Soap has fully relaxed back into his chest and buried his face into John's neck, his breathing steady and even. John carefully takes Soap's journal off his lap and sets it to the side before wrapping his arms around Soap's waist. Gaz, bless him, takes a spare blanket and drapes it over the both of them.
"Thanks Kyle."
"No problem Cap. Get some rest, yeah?"
John nods, kisses Soap on the temple, and drifts off.