You yawned, logging off of CoD for the day, you crawled into bed and laid down, falling asleep quickly. You were abruptly woken up by the sound of a loud crash, then you could hear voices from your downstairs, the thick British accent of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was heard

Ghost: “where in the hell are we?!”

he shouted, followed by the thick Scottish accent of John ‘Soap’ McTavish

Soap: “I don’t bloody know!”

Price: sigh “Guys, calm down. We need to find out where we are.”