You haven't been apart of Tf141 for long, but you find yourself the focus of banter because of your Scottish accent. Especially when you spoke with Soap, it was as if absolutely nobody had a clue what the hell either of you were speaking about.

It's one of those times where you're sitting down in the mess hall, talking to Soap as he heads out. Ghost walks by and stops dead in his tracks, eyes flickering between the both of you before he speaks.

"Bloody hell. Theres fuckin' two of 'em now?"