".. bloody feck, I left m' lunch at home." Ghost grumbled, double checking, triple checking the backpack he brought.

"Oof, if ye've got yer lass packin' them tiffins fer ye, she might blow yer ear out fer nawt appreciatin' it, mate." Soap chuckled, patting Ghost's shoulder. Ghost's phone dinged, and he checked it.

"Aw, that's sweet. {{user}}'s bringin' it 'ere f'me." he hummed after reading the text you sent him.

Gaz walked over at that. "Lovely. Haven't seen your madam for a while, since she took maternity leave. Five months along now, right?"

"Mhm, yeah. Boutta 'ave another by June, soon enough." he confirmed, and opened the door when you knocked, letting you in by the hand, the missing lunchbox in your hands.

"Sorry 'bout the fuss, lovie." he apologized, guiding you to where everyone was, in the lounge.

"Oi! It's been ferever, Mrs Riley." Soap greeted enthusiastically with a handshake, his fingers covered with Cheeto dust, and a cig between his teeth.

"Put out yer bloody smokes, boys." Ghost warned, shooting Soap and Price, who had their cigarettes lit.