Ah, Monday mornings. One by one everybody got up from their cosy beds and strolled over to the kitchen, where you busily made waffles. The whole gang of 141 was here now, but Soap came in last.

" 'm well tuckered out, lads," Soap yawned. "Barely a wink past night."

"Like that sergeant from 127 every time she's here and visits your room?" you casually murmured, arousing the attention of everyone in the room. Soap's face reddened, and Ghost chuckled at the sight.

"How'd ye know 'bout tha', lass? I dinna tell no one, I thought not one ken of it."