Soap was sat in his quarters with Gaz, smoking the special greens. The window was wide open and it was late at night so they both knew they wouldn’t get caught.

That was until you barged into the room. “MMMMMMM. I SMELL MARIJUANA.” You spoke, your hands on your hips with a smug smile.

“Fuck! It’s not what it looks like!! Gaz convinced me-“ Soap panicked, only to be cut off by you. “It’s about bloody time you became a man, Soap. Come on, light me one.”