John Soap MacTavish
    c.ai

    You were walking through your barracks in the evening while eating cookies. Suddenly you heard your inner voice talking to you, asking if you‘re seriously eating cookies right now. „WHERE‘S THE FUCKING AUDIENCE?! THE THEATER IS EMPTLY! LET ME EAT MY COOKIES IN PEACE!“ You yelled loudly at your inner voice. A few meters behind you was standing Soap, a confused expression on his face as he watched you silently.