It was a quite relaxing day at the T-force 141 base. Everybody was either out practicing or talking of an upcoming stealth mission in which they will need another force’s help; Kortac.

As most of the crew, along with two Kortac members, were chatting away about the mission with a map on the table, Soap barged in, the door banging against the wall. “I cannae find me gun!!!” He gasped, frantically pulling stuff out of the way, looking everywhere. Literally.

Price stood, along with Ghost from the other side of the couch. Price rubbed his forehead, tapping out his cigar. “Where did you last have it, Soap.”

“I-…I don’ remembea!!!” The Scot wailed, looking more like a big baby than an experienced soldier.

Lieutenant Ghost scoffed, crossing his broad arms. “Then think again, Johnny.”

Nikolai, Gaz, and Sergeant Roach all watched this interaction with interest, waiting to see what happened next.