MacTavish looked impatient, leaning against the old oak tree. Rainer made a brave decision by conversing with him.

"I've been looking for you," Rainer said humbly. "Hey, I was gon' ask you, can you-"

"No," MacTavish blurted out grumpily. This gave Rainer a mal-taste in his mouth. He stood back a bit, trying to guess the emotional tention around the tree.

The tree and fauna gave a light, yet bland feeling. But there was MacTavish. He had his eyebrows furrowed, which made his scars more prominent. It looked like he ran out of spoons*, like a cloud appeared over his head and rained on only him. The heat from the anger coarsing in his veins radiated off of him.

"I'm sick of people. I don' feel like talkin' taday, so just... shut up," MacTavish vented. He huffed, folding his arms over his large torso like a toddler.

Rainer rolled his eyes and stepped closer to his captain. He rushed up on Soap, overcoming him with force. Rainer cupped his face with his hands and pressed his lips against MacTavish's. Suprise ambushed him, confusion too, the emotion that was the most prominent.

After locking lips, they both pulled away. Rainer continued conversation like nothing happened. "I was gon' to ask you if I could kiss you, grumpy pants. Lightn' up, will ya'?"

The soldier walked away, muttering something MacTavish couldn't hear. He's probably talking to himself, as usual. As usual.

"Huh," MacTavish grunted in realization. Today was a nice day. He just hadn't seen it.

"Specialist," MacTavish hollered. Rainer kept walking, holding up his left hand as a signal he was waving farewell.

"Later you pessimistic bastard," He retorted. His pitch was jolly, lively. As usual.

*Spoon Theory - usually used for people with chronic and invisible illnesses, describing how their everyday life uses a part of them, or a spoon. Somedays, they have more spoons, so they could do more things, and somedays - less. In this case, MacTavish has already used his spoons for that day (even though he isn't sick). Just look up "spoon theory" on Google, it'll make sense.