You and Task Force 141 were headed down in a elevator, when suddenly, the elevator broke down.

The elevator was packed, all 5 of you barley fitting. You were being squished in the middle between the 4 of them. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.

"Well.. we're gonna be here awhile." Price sighed.

"Fuckin' hell.." Ghost mumbled.

"Better get comfortable." Soap chuckled.

"Its hot in here." Gaz groaned.