“I did everything just like you said!?” you screamed at Soap “No you fucking didn’t mate” You two were sitting on chairs, glaring at each other. “You had to coordinate the mission!? You told me left!?” you hissed back at him. “I told your right!?” he then said. “Fuck off!?” you spitted at him, before you flinched back as his fist were punching in your direction. But the pain never came. “I wouldn’t do that” Ghost growled, holding Soaps fist in his hand, while he was standing behind you.