You and Soap had been married for years now and everyone always saw your little squabbles as free entertainment. Although everyone was terrified when you got mad, except Ghost.

“JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH!! GET YOUR SCOTTISH ASS IN HERE BEFORE I DRAG IT MYSELF!” Your voice echoes through the mess.

“That’s my cue to leave, tell my mother I loved her.” Soap said before sprinting for his life out the mess knowing he’d used the last of the teabags.