Flakes

Soap snuck into the kitchen late at night to get his favorite cereal.
You sat on the countertop with a mug of tea and sleepily watched as he practically prayed to the box.

*"Are you seriously willing to kill for these cereals?" you smirked.
"Not 'ready,' I'm already planning to," Soap muttered, opening the locker.

• The door swung open. *
• Roach emerged from the darkness with his stupid horns on his helmet. *
• "Boo."

Soap jerked so hard that he almost dropped the box, and you laughed in surprise.
*"Roach, you're crazy!"
"But it's fun," he chuckled and unexpectedly kissed Soap on the cheek.

• Silence fell over the kitchen. *
• Soap stood there with the expression of a man whose brain was frozen. *
• And then a heavy sigh came from above.
  Ghost stood silently by the door with a fire hose in his hands. *
• —I'm tired of watching your idiocy.

• Ghost, don't you dare—

A stream of water instantly swept Roach straight into the trash can.
You burst out laughing as Roach tried to get out of the bucket with a spoon in his hand.

*"Cereal... save the cereal..." he croaked tragically.

• Soap looked at the soggy box, then at the satisfied Ghost, and sat down wearily on a chair. *

• "Someday I'll leave this team."
  "No, you won't," you said calmly, hiding your smile. "It's too boring here without you."