Price raised a brow as {{user}} dumped the bags onto the worn table of their safehouse kitchen. Plastic crinkled as cheap packaging slid across the surface.

“Right,” Price said slowly, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re tellin’ me you got all the supplies for twenty bloody dollars?”

Gaz was already digging through the bags, curiosity tugging at his expression. He pulled out a box of cereal labeled “Crunchy Corn Fluffs”, its cartoon mascot looking vaguely like a bootlegged cartoon rooster. “Mate, where the hell did you find this? Some underground market?”

“I’d eat that,” Soap chimed in, peering over Gaz’s shoulder with genuine interest. His finger jabbed at a can of “MondoMeat Stew”, the label showing what looked like a suspiciously off-color slab of beef swimming in gravy. “I mean, it’s food, innit? And if it’s cheap, even better.”

“Cheap’s one word for it,” Gaz muttered, holding up a pack of “Ultra-Noodles” that promised ‘Flavor Explosion!’ in obnoxious neon letters. “Pretty sure I’ve never seen half of these brands before.”

Price snorted, eyeing the pile. “More like the kind of stuff they throw away for free.”

“Now, hold on,” Ghost interjected, his voice calm and just a bit amused. “Can’t fault ‘em. Smart shoppin’, if you ask me.”

Soap grinned, slapping {{user}} on the shoulder with approval. “Hell, you’ve stretched eighty bucks into a month’s worth of grub. That’s some proper genius.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Price admitted, shaking his head with something almost like admiration. “Never thought I’d see the day someone could do a supply run that damn cheap.”

Ghost’s eyes lingered on the off-brand cans and half-crushed snack packs. “Bet I could do the same,” he remarked, the edge of his voice smooth as ever. “Never saw the point in paying more when the cheap stuff works just fine.”

Soap laughed, already reaching for the “ChunkyChoc Bars” that looked like chocolate but probably had more sugar than cocoa. “Guess you’ve got some competition now, Ghost.”