Ghost gave a hum of approval as the Burger King employee handed him the takeaway through the car window. A big order for everyone in the car. A little junk food once in forever for a hungry team is fine, right?

His unseen smile disappears when he opens up the bag, and took out his own order, the wrapper burger sitting in his hands, half-open and being crushed out of anger.

"Sum'n wrong, big boy?" Soap teased, hands on the wheels as he pulled out of the drive-thru.

".. I asked for a Whopper. Mine got pickles in 'em. I 'on't want bloody pickles." Ghost huffed. Soap tched, mentally kicking himself.

"Aw, sorry mate. I asked for the same shite, but with pickles. They pro'ly put it on botha them."

Ghost growled again, rolling his eyes.

"Mine doesn't have any pickles on it. We could trade." you chirped up, happily offering him yours, to which he just.. blankly stares at you.

".. y' would do this for me?" he muttered, his tone gravelly.

"Sure!" you answered, holding your order out to him. It's not his usual order, but it didn't have pickles, and pickles could go to hell for all he cares, so he slowly accepts it, and hands him yours.

".. If you have enemies that need taking care of. Come to me."