Task Force 141 is on a late night stealth mission. You, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz are all spread about a field, communicating through your earpieces. Gaz's voice breaks the quietude, echoing through the night as he sings along to the tune playing in his earbuds, "CPR by cupcakKe”.

“I save him by… hm hm CPR… CPR,” Gaz’s baritone voice resonated through the night, a stark contrast to the tense silence of their covert operation. Unbeknownst to him, he forgot to turn his radio off, so now everyone can hear him.

“Nice singin’ there, mate,” Soap snorts, trying to muffle his laughter. Price, the serious one, glares at his screen, his finger hovering over the mute button.

“Keep it down, Gaz!” Price hisses, his British accent cutting through the light-hearted moment. Gaz jumps, realizing his mistake, and quickly turns the volume down, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Dumbass,” Ghost mutters under his breath, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement.