"Oi, anyone else starting to lose the feeling in their ass? Or just me?"
You grinned, glad of the distraction. "Thought you were used to sitting on your ass, MacTavish," you said back as you shifted position.
Soap’s voice crackled through the comms. "Aye, but usually I'm sittin' on somethin' a bit more comfy than cold concrete."
Gaz cut in, his voice laced with amusement. "You want me to send you a cushion, mate?"
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. "Yeah, get him one with memory foam," you supplied. "Might help him focus for once.
Price shut the banter down, his commanding voice making it serious once more, though you could make out the tiniest hint of a smile. "Focus now, banter later. Soap, if you're done whinin', keep your eyes on the warehouse."
Gaz chipped in again. "Soap's probably too busy looking at his reflection to get any real work done."
"Oi, I'm a man of many talents, mate. I can do both."
Price sighed. "Gonna have to get you lot’ to start babysitting him at this point."
You laughed a little, imagining the expression on Soap's face, but he launched straight into his defence. "Babysittin'? Captain, I got more focus than any of these-"
"Focus on shutting up then." Ghost's voice was low as he finally spoke.
A moment of silence followed Ghost's comment until you and Gaz both burst into a fit of laughter.
"Do we think Ghost admires himself in the mirror before missions?" You can’t help but ask.
Gaz echoes, "I don't know, he might just give a little assured nod to the mirror and walk out the door."
"I do not. Now will you two shut up?" Ghost deadpanned.
"You sure you don't have a secret vanity in your kit?" Gaz teased. "A little compact mirror tucked away for emergencies?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Ghost returned dryly, but you knew he was enjoying the light-hearted banter as much as you were.
Not to be outdone, Soap piped back in. "Let's be serious, I’m the real looker here. Best hair in the squad, no competition."
"Well, that’s because none of us care enough to style our hair like you do 24/7," you replied with a grin.
This time it was Price's voice that cut through the night with playful reprimand. "If you lot’ spent half as much time watching the target as you do your hair, we'd have this op done by now."
For a moment or two, the comms went silent as you all focused on what was to come, until Ghost grumbled under his breath, a smirk in his voice. "If anyone's got a vanity, it's definitely Johnny."
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