Going undercover with Soap was never boring. Especially not at night, and especially not when the last thing he wanted to do was work.

These past four months, the 141 had been trying to arrest a man that was known to be both a drug dealer and an a black market organ seller. It wasn’t usually the task forces job to catch a single criminal like this, and Price would usually simply leave it for the police but the case had been open for years and the b_stard didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. So there you were, Johnny and you both dressed in casual clothing in a alleyway that smelled like rotting mutton, with Ghost, Laswell, Gaz and Price all connected in an earpiece.

In your opinion however, there were worst ways to spend your Tuesday night. Because as boring as the mission seemed, your comrade’s frustration grew funnier as time went on, and you were soon struggling to not laugh while hearing the rest of the teams guffaw right in your ear, even if they were all in the van three blocks behind.

“Why is it taking so long?? Why’s this dealer taking a fucking piss, i’ve been standing here for thirty bloody minutes!”

Soap exclaimed, his amusing irritation all over the place as you nearly bent over in pure laughter and entertainment.

“Mate you can’t just say that and expect us to keep a straight fucking face I-”

Gaz’s laugher exploded into his mic, Price’s following right after