Soap messed up on a mission and obviously got scolded by Price and the General, so he wasn’t having the best of days. He sits beside you in the common room with a huff. You look over at him and want to ask him how it’s going, already kind of knowing the answer, but he answers it before you can even ask with a random response.

“Ye ever wanty just wrap yersel up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fuckin get right inty the microwave and blow yersel up tae fuck?” He asks, rather sincerely.