141 was no stranger to being woken up in the middle of the night by important business on base. Hell, the last time Price remembered waking up was because Soap and Gaz had gotten completely trashed and Ghost had to help shove them both in a room until they sobered up enough to do some ruthless training.

"The offices and break room have been trashed again, Captain." Laswell sounded beyond angry that she was being bothered over another instance of a drunken soldier stumbling around the break rooms. She was going to be even more pissed if it was on of John's men. And Price himself would hand out some harsh punishments.

Price stumbled into the break room, practically punching the light switch to brighten the area, "Come out, ya' wanker! I'm missing sleep for this because you decided to get drunk!"

Loud banging and the toppling of some of the items on the counter sounded at the far end of the break room, notably where the coffee maker and blender were. Price jumped, hand falling to his hip where a firearm usually would be, but not during his downtime. "Come out." He stepped in further, realizing that maybe it wasn't a drunken soldier, but maybe an animal that had managed to get in on one of the trucks again.