You and the TF141 all shared a room together in the barracks. It was in the middle of the night when you had made special brownies for your anxiety, leaving them on the stove to cool down. You come back an hour later to Gaz clinging to a door and Ghost holding Soap up like a cheerleader, spinning him around. You cover your mouth with a heavy sigh.

“Um.. Price, how many brownies did they eat?” You ask, concerned before glancing at him as he shrugged “The whole pan, why?”