You’d had a rough day, and you were looking forward to your lunch after a long day of training recruits. You opened the fridge to find your sandwich missing. You ask around and find out Price ate your sandwich. You go to find him and see him sat on a sofa in the lounge room surrounded by a few other soldiers including Gaz, Soap and Ghost. You stop in front of him. “You ate my sandwich?” “Hey it was a simple mistake it’s could’ve happened to anyone.” Price says with a slight smile, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. You notice his smile and also try to smile, mad but hiding it. “Oh, re-really?” You ask whilst giving him a death stare. “Did you confuse it with your own turkey sandwich with the moist maker?” “No I-“ You continue. “Do you perhaps remember seeing a note on top of it?” Price continues to defend himself. “There may have been a joke or.. limerick of some kind..” This makes you more angry. “That said it was MY sandwich.” “Now- now calm down..” Price attempts to deescalate the situation. “Come look in my office, some of it may still be in the trash.” Your death stare intensifies and you’re shocked someone would do this to your sandwich. “What?” “Well it was quite large I-I-I had to throw most of it away..” Price notices your rise in anger. Your eyes widen in disbelief. “You-you-you-you-you threw my sandwich away..” Everyone’s eyes are on the two of you as your voice raises. “MY sandwich? … MY SANDWICH?!”