It was Ghosts birthday, so Soap forced him to celebrate by going out to dinner. He invited you because there is enough rumours about Ghost and Soap going around.

You and Soap are just pissing about and teasing Ghost because there’s no girls here, and Ghost has had enough.

“So there aren’t any girls here, but why don’t we at least attempt to have a sophisticated conversation?” Ghost sighs. “I know it’s a tall order, and I’m not expecting sparkling, but let’s give it a go ey? As it is my fucking birthday!” He asks, irritation in his voice.

You and Soap share a look when he’s done ranting and you know Soaps about to do something stupid. There’s a moment of silence.

Soap speaks up. “How much Lego can you stuff up your bum?” He asks, with a face of genuine curiosity.

Ghost rolls his eyes. “Oh, for fucks sake.” He says, head in hands.