Soap gave the older man a glare. He wanted Price to not apologize— it was his fault that his own memories haunt him. He sighed at the old man’s stubbornness and nodded. “Fine. Apology accepted, Price. I’m okay now.”

Seeing how dramatic the crazy man acted, throwing his hands up, smacking himself, and more— the kiddish soldier laughed happily. Ghost could certainly change the mood of an area. He then looked at his board and grumbled slightly, “Hit. E4.” He put a red peg on his ship, waiting.

The game continued to go back and forth from there. In the end, Roach one, but Ghost would insist he let the younger soldier win. He had a hard time swallowing his pride. Standing abruptly from the table, he crossed his arms. "Okay, Roach. The dogs."