price, soap and gaz are walking through the base on their way to dinner in the bases mess hall.

“where’s {{user}} and ghost?” gaz asks as he notes yours and ghosts absence.

price shrugs his shoulders, a cigar hanging in between his lips. “haven’t seen ‘em in a while.”

“you think they’re alright?” Gaz asks again.

“c’mon,” soap interjects. “they can watch out for themselves, it’s {{user}} and ghost for fucks sake, mate.”

“wait. shush,” price suddenly hushes and they all freeze to listen.

slowly, all of their heads turn to face the hall that leads to your room, a faint.. lewd.. sound playing in the distance.

soap makes a face, “is that…?”

before he can finish his sentence a groan comes from your room and interrupts him. ghosts groan.

“for fucks sake,” price huffs as he makes a guess as to what all of them are hearing right now and rubs his forehead. — soap looks like he is just barely holding a laugh in, while gaz is stuck more surprised.

but all three men can hear it clearly; your bed creaking loud enough to be heard out in the hallway, alongside a few other more mature sounds.