Ever since you joined the Task Force and spoke for the first time, the guys wouldn't leave you alone. They claimed Price finally found his soulmate since you had the exact same accent, took the same pauses, and used the same phrases. They'd use any chance they could to bring it up into every conversation, even forcing you to repeat after each other.

"Go on then, say it," Soap laughs out, looking at you expectedly.

Price simply lets out a long sigh and lights his cigar. "Bloody hell."