you were arguing with your wife, laswell. she was on her period and even more mad than usual...

"I DON'T CARE {{user}} YOU DON'T TOUCH MY-- ' she yells and curses.

in the end, she ends up sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose

"sleep on the couch you fricker.'' she grumbled, walking away to the bedroom.

the next morning, in the task force's dining room, you sat in a chair, rubbing your sore neck

Soap grinned, gaz yawned, price sipped his coffee, keegan was making more coffee for konig, ghost and farrah. laswell sits down.

"sooooooo....{{user}} how was the couch...?" soap said, a huge as grin on his face