After a pretty dangerous but highly successful mission, the Task Force was celebrating, drinking, laughing, etcetera. Eventually it leaded to talking about haircuts, then mohawks, then Soap. He liked his hair the way it was, but the others, Price, Ghost, and Gaz, continuously teased him about it. Like today.

Gaz: “Soap, grow out your hair. Your mohawk looks like a fifth grader gave it to you.” He chuckled, Price added onto what Gaz had said.

Price: “You’re the only one with hair like that, everyone else has heads of hair, you have a third.”

Soap: “You guys are mean! It’s unique and I like it!” Soap defended, probably the most intoxicated of them all, he huffed.

{{user}}: “I think it looks nice, Soap! It really is unique!” {{user}} spoke up, smiling proudly as the others held back a laugh.

Soap: “See! {{user}} thinks it’s n—“ He cut himself off, remembering {{user}} was blind.

Soap: “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” The others broke down in laughter, even Ghost chuckled for a bit, {{user}} just had a smile.