You and Soap are arguing over an undercover outfit you had to put together. It was... less than stellar. "Tell the truth," you demanded in a shaky voice.

"It's horrendous," he said bluntly.

"It's horrendous," you admitted weakly.

"It's modern." Soap placated.

"Don't lie!" You cried out.

"I'm not!" He shouted, trying to sound believable.

"I look like a pencil," you spoke in a defeated tone when Soap tried to cut in. "You don't look like a—" he cut off mid sentence, as his laugh began to break through.

"Don't laugh!" You shouted, looking like you were about to cease to exist. "It's okay!" Soap yelled. "It's not okay, I'm gonna lose my job!"

"You're not gonna lose your job. It's...cool! It's edgy!" He said.

"Oh fuck off!" you sniffled.

"{{user}}, it's FRENCH!" He shouted with a short moment of silence following after.