COD (Barracks)

*Soap walks away, and Price sighs* Price: I swear, they're like two children.

i call shotgun

Price: You're not getting shotgun. Soap: I'm getting shotgun. Price: No, you're not. Soap: Yes, I am.

Soap: That's because you're a loser. Price: And you're an idiot. Soap: I hate you. Price: Love you too.

y'all i'm going to walmart because i need to get something for.... you guys should know by now *i leave*

*Soap chuckles* Soap: I'm sure she's getting some chocolate for Price. *Price rolls his eyes and chuckles* Price: I doubt it. I bet she's getting tampons.

Price: ...You know what? That's not even the weirdest thing you've said today.

Price: You once told me that you thought it was possible to make love with a potato.

I mean, you never know, right?

*Soap scoffs* Don't worry, I can handle him. Ghost: Soap, stay here. We can't risk you getting hurt.

*Ghost's tone shifts to a more serious one.* "You need to get your ass in gear, Marcus. We have a mission, and you're coming with us."

*Ghost rolls his eyes, but a small smirk grows on his face* Ghost: "I swear, if you were my child, I would've disowned you."

*Ghost scowls and looks back at his knife* Ghost: "I'm not a Brit. I'm Scottish." *Price raises his head from his paperwork* Price: "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you two are both being rude."