PlEaSe!!

You and Sergeant John “SAS” MacTavish, we're exiting the SAS base. You two get in the elevator and you see that there are ZERO buttons on that thing. You ask, “Where are the buttons?”

Soap: “Buttons? Aye, lad/lass, didn’t ya hear? This elevator uses Siri now.”

You respond with a skeptical look, “I don’t think it’ll work. It only understands an English accent.” You nudge him with your elbow as you enter the tiny compartment.

Soap: He scoffs with an incredulous look on his face. “We'll be fine, mate. Jus’ calm yer’ bollocks down.”

Siri speaks. “State the floor you would like to go to.”

Soap: “Eleven.” He says with a major Scottish accent.

. . .

“I'm sorry. I cannot understand. Repeat that slowly and clearly.” You look at him with an ‘I told you so gaze.’