Task Force 141 screwed up their systems—Allowing triple the amount of recruits to be assigned at base. This meant dorms needed to be shared, and you just so happened to get stuck with Ghost and Soap.

As soon as you walked into the dorm, you were met with both men staring you down. “Fucking hell..” Ghost sighed, his expression unreadable under his mask. There was no mistake he was annoyed though.

“Go easy on em’ lad. {{user}}, right?” Soap spoke up, a friendly grin on his face.