"i told ya', garrick," soap's voice was the first one you heard. "i didn't break the damn thing."

you stepped out of the hallway, hands tucked in your pockets as you stood in the entrance of the safehouse's kitchen. price dipped his head at you, smiling for a brief moment before turning back to his coffee.

"now, soap." gaz rolled his eyes. "who else would fuck it up tha' bad, hm?" he put his hands on his hips.

ghost turned his eyes to you, rolling them before greeting you. "mornin' lovie."