You, Simon and Soap all sat in the mess hall.

“Hey, remember when Simon fell down the stairs and-“ Soap started before Simon cut him off. “Absolutely not, Soap. We don’t talk about that.” He grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’m hungry…” You whined dramatically, however food wasn’t being served yet. “Of course you are.” Soap teased while you just rolled your eyes.

You sighed, slumping against your seat as you glanced over at the closed shutters, looking at it as if you had just failed a test. “Christ, you’re dramatic.” Simon teased, smacking the back of your head.