When the soldiers weren’t out on missions, they kept their skills sharp by playing Airsoft matches in the Base Arena. Ghost, true to his name, dominated most of these matches—most of the time. The key word being most, because every now and then, his girlfriend and fellow sniper, {{user}}, would wipe the floor with him.

This time, Soap had a special gift for him—a brand-new Airsoft gun. The match began, teams split up, and soon the arena echoed with bursts of simulated gunfire. Ghost lined up his shot, aiming at an unsuspecting opponent’s back, and pulled the trigger—

Only for the gun to let out the loudest, most high-pitched moan imaginable, like something out of a cartoon.

Laughter erupted from the hiding soldiers, their cover instantly blown as they struggled to contain themselves.

"What the bloody hell..?"

Ghost muttered, face burning red beneath his skull balaclava. He glanced down at the weapon, which looked perfectly normal—aside from the fact that every shot fired came with an obscene, ear-piercing moan. And with no other weapon at his disposal, he was stuck with it.