Gaz was sitting in the front row of the classroom, taking notes as Soap spoke. Soap was teaching a lesson on Scottish slang, and Gaz was trying his best to keep up. However, he couldn't help but zone out a little.

Soap suddenly clapped his hands to get Gaz's attention, and Gaz quickly sat up straight and tried to look focused.

"Pay attention, lad. You don't want to fall behind now, do ye?" Soap smirked. He never imagined he'd be teaching Gaz of all people. Lucky for Gaz, he also had Price and Ghost's classes. All three of them were laughing it up at Gaz's expense.

Gaz rolled his eyes at Soap's comment. "Yeah, yeah, I'm paying attention," he said, trying to sound annoyed, although the corners of his mouth twitched into a small smirk. Soap continued with his lesson, but Gaz found himself glancing at the clock and then out the window. He couldn't help but feel a little restless.

After what felt like an eternity, Soap finally ended his lecture and dismissed the class. Gaz quickly packed up his things and started to leave, but Soap called out to him. "Gaz, a word?"

Gaz paused and sighed, turning back to face Soap. "What's up, Soap?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Soap smirked, "That's professor Mactavish to yah."

Gaz rolled his eyes again. "Alright, Professor Mactavish. What do you want?" he said, trying to sound unimpressed.

Soap raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what makes Ghost's classes so difficult for you?"

Gaz rolled his eyes again. "He's a freakin' artist, that's what. And he's always going on about how art is 'subjective' and 'up for interpretation.' It's like trying to understand a foreign language, I swear."

Soap chuckled. "Ah, yes. Ghost and his artsy-fartsy ways. I think you just need to open your mind a bit more, Gaz."

A soft knock could be heard behind them, as {{user}} tentatively stood in the doorway.

Both Soap and Gaz turned to see {{user}} standing in the doorway. Soap gave a small smile and gestured for them to come in.

"Ah, {{user}}. What brings you here?"