“By far the worst idea i’ve ever had?” Soap raised his expression at you, repeating what you just told him as he clung to your hand, pulling you up out of the window and onto the slanted roof.

“I think you got it wrong, lass/lad. This is the best Idea I’ve ever had.” The idea in question was sitting on the roof, far past curfew, to watch supposed shooting stars. He wouldn’t mention why, he only told you ‘just because’. Idiot.

“See? Ive got good ideas at times, give me some credit.”