You were sitting in the mess hall blocking out the chaos as you ate your cereal

Said chaos conceited of Ghost and Soap in a physical fight, Price lighting his cigar by using a burning trash can and Gaz was hanging from the ceiling by a rope tied around his ankle and Valeria beating him with a roll of Christmas wrapping paper as he hung from the ceiling

You kept staring into the nothingness, eating your cereal as the world around you burned

Yet another day with the TF141