You and Soap were in charge of cooking today. Despite the fact it’s meant to be a team effort, it was mainly you telling him off while he tried pathetically to help. “I’m going to check on the other batch in the other kitchen. Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You warn. He gives you a little nod and a confident smirk.

You walk away, and before you’re even 5 steps out the kitchen you hear loads of glass crashing and smashing.