"Bloody feck is th' bastart. All his precious potatoes'll be gone 'fore he gets 'ere." Ghost grumbled, shoving more food into his mouth, balaclava half up to eat.

"Calm your tits, Riley. McTavish's having a shower. Won't be long now." Price rolled his eyes, his plate almost clean.

"Dun' know about about that, Cap. Soap's like a chick, always taking his own sweet time to get washed." Gaz chuckled, and right on cue, Soap joined them at the table, hair wet and wide grin on his face.

"Didna leave any scran fer me? Y' nasty." he sighed, sliding his near empty tray onto the shared table, since there wasn't much food left at serving.

"Yer own fault, Johnny." Ghost grunted, now stealing the bread and corn from your plate. "Y' could've got more if y' didn't take bloody hours to bathe."

"Oi, it was ten minutes!" Soap scoffed. "I'm a damn bonny lad, canna blame me fer taking a gander in the mirror for a second, aye?"

"Yer terrible, Johnny. Even {{user}} takes less time than y' ta shower." Ghost grumbled.