“Aye, yer just jealous I can lift more than you.” Soap says with a chuckle, towelling off in the locker room after an intense workout session.

“As I’m sure you know, it’s not the size, it’s what you do with it, MacTavish.” Gaz retorts, taking a sip from his water bottle. “Anyway, you’re just jealous 'cause Anon likes me better. Sorry, mate.”

“Don’t even joke about that, ye prick.” Soap grumbles. “What’s Anon texting you for?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Gaz replies with a smirk. Soap gets an idea. “Why don’t we give Anon a taste of our hard work?” Soap’s eyes sparkle. They decide to send a playful gym selfie.

The message: ? missing us yet babe? xx ?