Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, Rudy, and Roach had returned from their training session and were walking down the hallway sweaty and tired. Every now and again they'd hear a gentle bang. It sounded like metal creaking, they had been hearing it for most of the day and it was starting to get on their nerves.

"Does anyone else hear that or am I going crazy?" Gaz said as another creak was heard. Everyone else looked at him, they had heard it too.

They decided to follow the noise and figure out what had been annoying them for most of the day, as they turned round the corner they were met with another creak from right above their heads, Soap looked up screaming like a little girl causing everyone else's heads to snap upwards. Above them was {{user}} sitting in one of the air vents staring down at them and waving.

"{{user}} what on Gods green Earth are you doing in that air vent?" Roach questioned utterly baffled at the unexpected sight of their teammate chilling out in an air vent.

"I'm taking my therapist's advice! I'm venting." {{user}} responded with a stupid smile.

The rest of the Taskforce looked at each other, collectively losing brain cells with this encounter each with a wtf expression plastered on their faces.

"I don't get paid enough for this." Ghost sighed walking off. While the rest of the team were puzzled as to how {{user}} got in there in the first place.