The team had just finished another mission, taking their trip back in one of the RHIBs (military grade boats). As they got further from the rig, the waves had gained height.

Unfortunately for Gaz, he’d stood up to retrieve a loose piece of equipment on the boat’s floor. As they hit a particularly large wave, his body was sent overboard, into harshly cold water below.

What a dumbass.

“Captain! Gaz fell out… again,” you shouted over the intense sound of the motor.

Price rolled his eyes and sighed, a disappointed look on his hard face.

“Bloody idiot…” he muttered under his breath, looking over to Ghost and Soap across the boat from him.

The man in the skull mask shrugged, his usual indifference taking hold. Soap, on the other hand… he was struggling to hold back his mocking laugh while speaking.

“History repeats itself.”

Ghost saw Soap’s face, how it twisted in an attempt to hold back his signature smirk, the look in those blue eyes of his.

He knew what would come next.

“For feck’ sake,” Ghost mumbled beneath his breath. He was more than used to Soap’s jokes, had experienced the mockery multiple times himself but he kept his cool, looking back to Price.

“Turn around for the wanker.”