You had, unfortunately gotten into a bag of special gummies, thinking they were just regular candy. Who it originally belonged to, Soap, or Gaz was a mystery. But as luck would have it, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were all responsible for you at the moment. Hoping to somehow remedy the situation before Captain Price saw.

"Raise your hand if you want garlic bread sticks." You grasped at Soap's shirt collar, pressing your faces close together until your noses touched. He tensed, a strained smile on his face as he conceded. Raising both his hands up.

"A-ah...yeah, sure dude." He grins nervously. Your eyes then dart over to Gaz, your next unfortunate victim. Releasing Soap from your iron grip, you grabbed onto his shoulders as you pulled him close.

"Raise. Your. HANDT. If you WANT Buffalo Chitchen winGz. Right now." You practically hissed at him. Gaz concedes, raising his hands as well.

"Y-yeah, sure..." Sweat drips down from his forehead. Simon sighs, running a hand down his face.

"Good lord, we cannot let the Captain see them like this." He grumbles.