Gaz needed a second opinion on an idea he'd been thinking of for a while. He swiveled himself to the door of his barracks room, "Hey, Price!" He called out to his boss.

"Yeah, Garrick?" Soap called back from his room with an open door.

Gaz paused for a moment, "Soap, I need Price." He said respectfully, chewing on the end of his pen gently after he spoke.

Soap let out a long 'ohh' and cleared his throat. "No problem. I'll go get him for you."

The hallway went silent for a full minute with the soft sounds of footsteps. Then what could've sounded like Price called out to Gaz, but it was really Soap doing an impression of Price.

"What is it, my favorite sergeant?" Soap teased with his impression, biting back laughter when he finished speaking.

Gaz let out an exasperated sigh, "I said I needed Price, not you, MacTavish!"

"Oh, but I am Price! Can't you tell by my l lovely smoker lungs?" Soap continued to speak with his impression of Price.