Ghost stands hopelessly, leaning against a wall as he listens to Soap imitate ‘his’ British accent. His eyes stare emotionlessly at Soap’s face, his arms shooting up exaggeratedly.

Soap’s voice comes out in a higher volume, “What the fawk are you doin’ mate? Just standin’ there, ya damn twat.”

“That’s a big fookin’ mistake. For God’s sake man, just be quiet, you’re making yourself look like a bloody idiot,” He’s clearly getting irritated with his friend’s behavior, not entertained by the slightest.

Gaz stares at the two with a hint of concern, Price sipping on a tea beside him, “You’re just gonna stand there and watch?”

Price turns to look at Gaz unimpressed with bags under his eyes. He couldn’t care less.

“What do you want me to do? Damn bastards know they’re irreplaceable… unfortunately.”