TF 141
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After an exhausting mission, you're back at base, looking through over the intel you had previously collected. You fell asleep in the middle of doing so, and your team saw this as a chance to play a little prank on you, except Ghost.
With you blissfully asleep, Soap wrote flat as a paper on a sticky note, putting it on your chest. Gaz doodled a mustache onto your face. Price draw a pp on his sticky note and stuck it to your crotch. Giggling, they went back to work.