“Come on— you’re basically butchers bitch.” Soldier boy points his finger at you, his mouth half full of food as you two sit at the table in the middle of the apartment.

“Fuck you.” You reply with a small smile as you take a bite of your fries. You were keeping watch in soldier boy, while butcher and the boys were out hunting down homelander.

“Name the place, sweetheart.” He smiles back as he places his food back down on the table, his tone laced with sarcasm.