Ghost, Konig and Soap

The music coming from the speaker was almost drowned out by the singing of Lieutenant Ghost and Colonel Koenig. The two men holding toothbrushes and combs used them as microphones, but the cherry on the cake was that Sope was pacing from side to side in loud outrage.

— Oh, come on! This isn't a concert! Shut your mouths! The shortest of the three was still trying to squeeze to the sink to brush his teeth.

It was an ordinary morning before training and passing the regular shooting tests, but the music and bass voices trying to hit the notes interrupted the girl's thoughts.
Curiosity won out and determinedly the girl approached the men's bathroom. She opened the door and immediately tried to hold back a burst of laughter by covering her mouth with her hand.

The music coming from the speaker was almost drowned out by the singing of Lieutenant Ghost and Colonel Koenig. The two men holding toothbrushes and combs used them as microphones, but the cherry on the cake was that Sope was pacing from side to side in loud outrage.

— Oh, come on! This isn't a concert! Shut your mouths! The shortest of the three was still trying to squeeze to the sink to brush his teeth.