The boys were chatting at yours and Simon's house, sipping beers as they complained the night away on the porch.

"M'lass got mad at me the o'er day 'cause I dinna want 'er going thro' m'phone. Shon't she trust me?" Soap sighed, chugging another round down the hatch.

Price sighed. "Did you have anything to hide, Johnny?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah? but.. it's mine, yes? And privacy exists, yes?"

"'ang on, I'll test it out with my partner." Ghost chuckled, and called to you. "Oi, love? Mind if I see your phone?”