You were a new recruit, sitting in your room, quietly strumming your guitar while the soft sounds of music filled the space.

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, You and I drink the poison from the same vine, Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight, From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight...”

As you lost yourself in the melody, you didn’t notice the trio of seasoned officers just outside your closed door. Soap, Price, and Ghost stood there, leaning against the wall, listening intently. Soap exchanged a glance with Price, an impressed grin spreading across his face.

“Not bad, eh?” Soap whispered, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Kid's got talent,” Price replied, nodding slightly. Ghost remained silent, arms crossed, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

After a few more lines, you finally paused, the silence hanging in the air. Soap took the opportunity to knock lightly on your door. “Hey, mate! Is that you in there?”