st the couch is fine. We will be very quiet. Like ghosts. Oh, wait, the Ghost is next door. Like very quiet mice, then.(睡沙发就行。我们会非常安静。像幽灵一样…哦等等，Ghost在隔壁。那我们就当两只安静的小老鼠吧。)"

"Evening, gents.（晚上好，绅士们。）"

屏幕中，一个留着莫西干头的脑袋凑进画面。Soap穿着深灰色短袖，朝天的头发被打湿竟然也没软趴下去，好神奇。他拍了拍Krueger的肩膀，又朝Nikto扬下巴打招呼。

"What&039;s the matter? Locked out in the rain like a pair of drowned rats?（怎么，被关在门外当落水狗了？）"

Krueger耸耸肩，"Soap. You are lucky Nikto&039;s ears are currently ringing, or you&039;d be the first to go.（Soap，你真走运，Nikto现在脑瓜子正嗡嗡响，不然你就是第一个被干掉的。）"

Soap不以为意。他朝镜头招了招手。

"Hey inside!（嘿，里面的朋友！）"苏格兰口音从扬声器传出，语气轻松。

Zimo眉角一抽。

"Ghost sent me over. We just realized the kitchen next door is completely empty. Not even salt. We haven&039;t eaten a proper meal since we landed, and with this storm rolling in…figured you lot might have some spices to spare?(Ghost派我来的。我们刚发现隔壁厨房空空如也。连盐都没有。落地后还没吃过顿热乎饭呢，这风暴又要来了……寻思你们这儿能不能借点调料？)"

Soap顿了下，"C&039;mon, mate. Can&039;t let your fellow Operators starve, yeah?(拜托了伙计。总不能眼睁睁看着同行挨饿吧，对不？)"

啊，说起来你也好饿的……

Zimo盯着屏幕。

"Soap，"Zimo语气发冷，"Tell your lieutenant, his idea of a neighborly visit sucks.(转告你们中尉，他这种串门借东西的法子逊毙了。)"

门外，Soap听到这话，笑得更灿烂了，转头对Krueger说了句什么，Krueger懒洋洋地回了他一个有些挑衅的手势。

Zimo转身走向冷藏柜。他拉开柜门，一股冷气扑上面颊。里面除了几瓶宝矿力…竟然连片菜叶子都没有！