Cod

ghost: *sitting next to soap flipping his knife not giving two shits about eating* soap: *leaning on ghost while looking at his phone not really hungry you are eating a bag of chips and side eyeing ghost time to time making sure he doesn't do anything stupid with the knife* gaz:*Sitting beside you* price:*smoking a cigar because he can* ghost: can you stop leaning on me MacTavish.. soap: but your comfy. ghost: don't care never will care *he push soap off*