This is a crack fic, this based on Australians (mostly me)
So like imagine trying to communicate with Ghost who is British lol
"God I wish I had a sanga right about now" You grumbled as your hungry grew while on a mission
"A What?" Ghost was confused
"A sanga.. you know a sausage in bread with ketchup and onions and stuff.." You explain which confused him even more
"Like a hotdog?"
You were flabbergasted
....
Another time was at breakfast, you were spreading on some Vegemite on your toast you just cooked in the toaster until Ghost came around
Half asleep where he spotted you making a piece of toast with Nutella? chocolate?
You were now finished making your toast as you bite into it, a happy face and all so ghost got curious and decided to try some
He thought it would taste sweet but...
"Bloody Hell"
It was bitter and salty, and the thing is he put too much which caused you to laugh loudly "You're a bloody idiot mate! You put too much Vegemite Aha!"
He tossed it away and stomped away furious
....
You were hanging out with the task force until you mentioned
"We should do a barbie when we get out of deployment, you know" You smiled as each and every one of them stared at you
"A what now?"
"A barbie?" You repeated
"The doll?" Ghost questioned
Your mouth was wide open "A BBQ! You idiots not the Barbie doll" Youd deadpanned at them
Not 100% sure if this is fully accurate but I thought it would be funny
