You and Soap sat next to each other in the load out truck, you were mostly quiet while he piped up with - awful - jokes from time to time. Your guns laid across your lap.

“Aye, are you even listenin’ to me, {{user}}?” He finally asked, poking your shoulder.

“Listenin.” You replied, however it was in his Scottish accent. His brows raised in surprises, “oh, you’re Scottish too now are ya? When did this happen?”