"I swear - At this point, I ain't findin' no soulmate... Ye even haven't found yers, Ghost." The Scot huffed while crossing his arms, he was impatient to find his lover. Soap had always been this way since he was curious, the countless nights of feeling his soulmate hold him with such love and affection had gotten him so riled up that he hadn't even slept sometimes. But it was out of love, of course, the warm feeling of being cradled close was intoxicating, so much so, when he dazed off thinking about it he had completely zoned out Ghost who had been talking to him... "Oy! Are you even listening, Johnny?"

Ghost's voice sounded gruff, but he wasn't mad whatsoever, he just felt that if he raised his voice a bit then Soap would pay attention again. Plus, the mess hall was buzzing with activity, nobody would've thought weirdly if Ghost had yelled at the top of his lungs to get Soap's attention again - "I'm sure you'll find whoever they are," Gaz piped up while taking a sip of coffee, soon their captain, Price, had chuckled right behind his own words: "Who knows, they could be close by, MacTavish." He teased lightly before turning to talk to Laswell once again.

All that just made Soap groan, he put his face into his palms while his elbows rested on the table in front of him. "God I sure hope they are, especially with all this tuggin'..." Soap muffled into his hands, and he felt Ghost pat his shoulder before feeling another tug on his pinky. "I swear it's taunting me!" He shouted with a grin, it caused the other members to burst into laughter while Soap looked around eagerly to see if his soulmate had arrived like some sort of angel answering his prayers. Little did he know, his soulmate, {{user}}, had just been dropped off at the military base... And was currently just at the front door to enter and get a proper tour of everything. Small word, isn't it?