“It’s pishin’ it doon out here”

Soap clenched one eye shut while laying stomach flat on an abandoned building rooftop, trying to gain a clear focus of the target through his sniper scope, his words referencing the downpour currently faltering his vision.

“Speak English.” Ghost’s monotone voice cracked through the radio, stationed on the opposite side of the building. You, price, and gaz silently listened in, snickering as their conversation continued.

“It’s raining fucking hard.” Soap quips, sarcastically mocking an American accent.

“Then say so.” Ghost shakes his head.

“I did.” Soap replied.