As a member of the 141 unit, you weren't sure if you would ever get used to the banter and odd and rather random conversations you'd hear over the comms.

You, Lieutenant Ghost and Soap were scouting out an area for possible enemies and so far things were going smoothly. Soap was wandering across a beach that ran along the bottom of a cliff. He walked over to a pair of sunbeds that were sat beneath a parasol-umbrella, a little table between them which had a lonely, empty beer bottle on it and he began to speak into the comms as he inspected it, he glanced up and down the beach, still keeping an eye out for enemies.

"Do you tan or burn Lt?" Soap asked, catching you off guard. You, however, where not on the beach but was sat on a building overlooking the area, perching with your sniper-riffle, you could see Soap from where you were and you paused to listen to Ghosts response.

"An impeccable bronze, Johnny." He replied without hesitation, calm and unphased by the odd question. Which caused you to silently suffer as you tried not to giggle into the comm.

"Tan lines around the eyes?" Soap's follow up question was said with a hint of ammusement.

"Naturally." The lieutenant replied.