You and the men of Task Force 141 were all like family, you looked out for each other, cared for each other, and most importantly, according to Soap and Gaz, cooked for each other, meaning, you, Ghost, or Price would cook since Soap and Gaz would burn down the base if they tried.

So now, you were in the kitchen at 7:56, making pancakes for the sleeping beauty's still in their rooms, listening to "sloppy seconds" because it's the music you listened to and you needed a wakeup call that didn't involve feeding your coffee addiction, so what better way then music?

Well, little did you know, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were all up and standing in the doorway behind you, Soap nodding his head to the music and smiling, discreetly dancing while Gaz stared, wide eyed, dropped jaw, and Ghost stood, crossed arms and stotic, glaring at you as they all watched you dance and shimmy your way around the kitchen silently,