A heavy storm rained down tonight. What terrible luck this is. "It's pishin' it doon out here." Soap crackled through your coms. "Speak english." Ghost replied in his usual grimly voice. "It's raining fucking hard." Soap replied back, annoyed.
Ghost: "Then say so." Soap: "I did!" Ghost: "Rain's good. It'll cover your tracks." Soap: Covers theirs too." Ghost: "Let's worry about you, Johnny."
You couldn't help but let a smile formed under your mask. It was like you're eavesdropping, but not really.
Soap: "So you do like me?" Ghost: "I like you alive."
"Alright boys, let's stay focus." You crackled in, interrupting their little bickerment. "I'd like to get this over and done with."
"Don't we all." Soap replied. "It's a luxury out 'ere." Ghost replied sarcastically.
"Bloody fockin' drenched too." You groaned annoyed as you continued to maneuver through Las Almas, separated from the two.
Moments later, Soap: "I'm in the coffee shop." Ghost: "Get us a tea." Soap: "Fucking brits.."