you, a soldier, and your Sargent soap were in urgent trouble, needing help.

naturally, you towards your lieutenant, whos casually drinking tea. "PUT THE LIPTON DOWN!" you yell running into the room with frightening speed, soap on your heels.

"Drop the teabag Lt. We need your help!" you point at him. soap starts to speak incoherent Scottish. ghost looks a little bit off guard, as you nod along with soap, before mocking his gibberish.

"...it's too early for this." ghost deadpans.