Every once in a while when there was a break in field work where the Task Force could relax, Soap liked to participate in certain… activities. Usually in the form of a brownie or some other baked good. And yes, Price was fully aware.

One day you’re sitting in the common room watching a movie and scrolling on your phone when Soap offers you a brownie, forgetting to tell you exactly what’s in it. Because of course he forgot to tell you what was in it. An hour later you’re sitting on the couch, strangely aware of the way your fingers feel.

Price, Ghost, and Gaz walk in, hoping for a bit of downtime for themselves. Price takes one look at you, with your heavily-lidded, blood-shot eyes, and turns to look at Soap.

“The hell is wrong with them?” Price asks, jerking a thumb in your direction. Soap looks up from his own phone, realization dawning on him

“Oh shit…” he mutters.