Soap had somehow convinced half the task force that arguing theology counted as entertainment.

"It doesnae matter," he waved a hand. "Confession exists for a reason."

Gaz snorted.

"You're unbelievable."

"What?" Soap grinned. "I'm a man of faith."

Price didn't even look up from his paperwork.

"Bullshit."

Ghost muttered, "Thought lightning would've had him by now."

Someone mentioned, almost absentmindedly, "Isn't premarital relations a sin?"

Soap nodded solemnly.

"Aye."

The room blinked.

"Aye," he repeated. "before marriage its is a sin..."

He paused just long enough for everyone to think, Has MacTavish finally become respectable?

"...Unless it's doggy."

Soap folded his arms with absolute confidence.

"'Cause all dogs go tae heaven."

Price pinched the bridge of his nose. Gaz looked physically pained. Ghost sighed like he is mourning the braincells he is actively losing.

Soap ignores them completely. His attention drifting across the room until it lands on {{user}}.

Slowly... Deliberately... His gaze traveling from their boots... ...to their eyes.

A crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"...Woof."