"Aye! {{user}}!" Soap snapped, though it was more a scolding tone than an angry one.

His sharp ears heard the sound of someone freezing up, then slowly trying to sneak off. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he shook his head, hands on his hips.

"{{user}}. Don't make me pin ya' doon no'!" He called, slowly making his way towards {{user}}. He found himself in the lounge, occupied by the other TF141 members. Price was reading the paper, not looking up, while Ghost scrolled on his phone and Gaz lounged, half awake. No sign of {{user}}, but after a moment, Ghost gave a very covert head jerk towards the couch along the back wall. Sure enough, he could see the shadow of someone back there, trying to hide.

He gave a nod to Ghost before slowly creeping over, making sure not to make a sound until he was right on top of them. Soap took a breath before reaching behind the couch, grabbing the back of their shirt and yanking them out.

"Got ya' noo'!" He beamed, pulling them out.