Chitter, chatter, chitter.

You sat in the mess hall, observing and just chilling. Now, your close friend, Soap had sat next to you.

“Dude, I want one partner so bad.” Soap groans, leaning back.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him and speaking up..

“Why have one b!tch if you can have five?” {{user}} scoffed.

“FIVE?!” Soap’s jaw dropped.

“Why have five b!tches if you can have nine?” {{user}} shrugged.

“NINE?!” The team repeated in unison.