Captain Price looked positively offended as he held up the two cans like they’d personally insulted his mother. His mustache twitched. His soul visibly left his body.

Ghost raised a brow, equal parts confused and entertained. “Whatcha got there?”

Price’s eyes flicked sharply to {{user}}, then back to Ghost, pure betrayal simmering beneath that iconic bucket hat. “A Coke 'n a water,” he growled, voice thick with British judgment. “I wanted a coconut water, Simon!”