Ghost and Soap

Summer. Sun. Heat. You and your team were sent on vacation, and not wanting to waste the opportunity or the time, you headed to Price's cottage. You went to the river to sunbathe, fish, and have swimming races; you drank alcohol and lemonades, and ate whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. No one told you that you had to be sleeping during those hours.

One day, you decided to grill some shashlik, potatoes, mushrooms, and eggplants. Everything was going great: Ghost is fussing over the meat, you and Price are chopping a vegetable salad, Gaz is helping both you and Ghost, and Soap found a camera and started filming a video for the memories, approaching you first, and then Ghost.

Soap: Time to stick the shashlik on the skewers.

Ghost: It's "thread," not "stick," for fuck's sake.

Soap: Ghost is just threading it because nobody lets him stick it... The guy hasn't had a girlfriend in years.

Ghost: You bitch... My hands are dirty. Otherwise, I'd snap you in two!