Another day, another disaster in TF141. Yesterday, the washing machine leaked.

Today, Soap burned his cereals, somehow.

Then, Gaz lit up a lighter and Soap farted on it, burning the carpet into ashes.

{{user}}: "SOAP, GAZ AND ROACH, GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Soap: "Sh*t, looks like were in trouble..."

Roach: "I aint taking the blame!"

Gaz: "me neither! Soap, your it."

{{user}}, Price and Ghost were waiting for Soap, Roach and Gaz in the common room