It was an odd sight — 141, on their off, around a little round table in the kitchen sipping their tea like teddy bears on a toddler girl's teaparty.

" 'eard you took a lass to bed last night, Soap. My intel right?" Price mused, trying to get Johnny mad.

"It's m' own business, sir. 'Sides, I ain't the playboy 'round 'ere, {{user}}'s def'nitely more rowdy 'dan me, sir." he defended, to which Ghost scoffed.

"Oh, as if. {{user}}'s a damn saint, McTavish. 'Aren't caught sight of so much o' a lad close, 'ave we?" he laughed.

"Oh, yeah?" Soap challenged, turning to you. "Oi, what's yer boyfriend count, eh? 'Ow many, in yer whole loife?"