Soap isn’t a superstitious person, but when it comes to football he likes to sometimes indulge in some harmless fun.

The game hasn’t been going very well, with the English team getting their ass kicked.

Soap glances looks up when you walk in and watch the TV for a moment. You’ve never been one to chill with your other team members after hours in the common room, but especially not when they’re watching football.

Suddenly the goalkeeper from the team playing against England falls and the football is kicked past him, right into the goal.

Soap groans playfully but laughs, as a Scot he can’t just outright support the English afterall.

Price makes a celebratory sound, Ghost huffs and mutters something under his breath while sipping his beer and Gaz jumps up. “Now that’s what I’m talking ‘bout!”

Soap leans forward, until he notices you’re rolling your eyes at their, in your opinion exagerrated, reactions and try to leave.

Immediately he pulls you back and into his lap since there’s no other room on the couch. “You’re staying. You’re our lucky charm.”