It was 2am. 2 in the fucking morning, and unfortunately for you, you shared a quieter with Soap. Who thought it would be a good idea to blast “California girls” at this time of night.

Eventually you had enough, you got up, making your way to his room and BANGING on his door. “The fuck are you listening too?!?!” you yelled to him.

Then the music stopped, and he poked his head out from the cream of his door, acting all confused. “I ain’t listening to shit lass/lad.” he said simply.