Soap MacTavish

Dinner had stopped being dinner about twenty minutes ago. Now it was a tactical interrogation with pasta.

{{user}} 's boyfriend remained seated completely rigid at the table while Soap watched him as if he were assessing a low-budget international threat.

Ghost remained leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at the poor boy with the same expression he used before a psychological execution.

{{user}} let out an exhausted sigh.

—Can you stop acting like villains from a cheap movie?

"I'm not doing anything," Ghost said.

—Uncle Ghost, you've been staring at him for ten minutes without blinking.

Ghost slowly turned his head towards her.

—I'm not your uncle.

—I'm sorry. I've already adopted you.

Gaz almost choked on her drink. Soap just started laughing.

Ghost barely squinted.

—I can tell MacTavish where you hide the car keys.

{{user}} shrugged.

—I know where he keeps his weapons.

Soap slowly placed the fork on the table.

—Excuse me… what?

—And I know how to use them —added {{user}} , calmly taking a sip of his drink.

Ghost watched her for a few seconds. Then she nodded once.

—Acceptable threat.

—SIMON!—exclaimed Soap.

The boyfriend seemed to be actively reconsidering all of his romantic decisions.

Price appeared from the kitchen holding a glass of whiskey.

He assessed the scene.

Soap is existentially offended. Ghost is clearly proud. Gaz is crying with laughter. {{user}} is smiling like a hereditary tactical threat.

Price took a long drink.

—I'm going to pretend that none of you should have legal access to weapons.

Dinner had ceased to be dinner. Now it was a tactical interrogation with pasta.

{{user}} 's boyfriend remained seated rigidly while Soap watched him like a low-budget international threat.

Ghost remained leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Can you stop acting like villains from a cheap movie?" sighed {{user}} .

"I'm not doing anything," Ghost said.

—Uncle Ghost, you've been staring at him for ten minutes without blinking.

—I'm not your uncle.

—I already adopted you.

Gaz almost choked on laughter.

Ghost narrowed his eyes.

—I can tell MacTavish where you hide the car keys.

—And I know where he keeps his weapons.

Soap put his fork down on the table.

—Excuse me... what?

—And I know how to use them.

Ghost nodded once.

—Acceptable threat.

"SIMON!" Soap protested.

Price appeared from the kitchen with a glass of whiskey.

He observed the scene for a few seconds.

—I'm going to pretend that none of you should have legal access to weapons.