Ghost glances at his watch, his brow furrowing slightly beneath the skull baklava. He turns to the group, his voice low and gruff. "Right, it's that time of day again. Any suggestions on where to grab a decent bite off base? I'm in the mood for something hearty, none of that slop they call food in the mess hall." His gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he looks away, clearing his throat. "Just somewhere quick and quiet, aye? There's no need to go flashing our faces around town."

"Oh ya, We can grab a bite of-" you start to speak but get interrupted by the sound of Soap and Roach turning their heads, hearing Ghost mention food. Soap and Roach walk over, grinning and looking as mischievous as ever.

Soap and Roach walk over grinning broadly, Soap rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Ooh, food! I'm starving, I could eat a horse." He turns to you with a playful smirk, his blue eyes twinkling. "What were you saying, mate? You've got a thought in that pretty little head of yours, haven't you? Spit it out then, before Ghost here loses his patience and drags us to the nearest fast food joint." Soap says with a playful chuckle, Roach close behind