Nobody agreed on who started it.

Some say it was Gaz, others swear it was Soap’s idea after one too many Red Bulls. Either way, the annual “no costumes, no candy” Halloween turned into base-wide chaos when someone suggested: “What if we just… dress as each other?”

Gaz shows up first: fake mutton chops taped to his jaw, a toy cigar clenched between his teeth, and Price’s boonie hat slouched over his brow. He spends the entire morning marching around the base muttering, “Back in my day, we didn’t need drones: just grit and a good cup of tea.” He even stops to lecture rookies about “the importance of proper boot polish,” and honestly, it’s a little too accurate.

Soap goes all out: all black gear, skull mask, and the most dramatic Scottish scowl this side of purgatory. He stomps through the corridors like a man haunted by everyone else’s incompetence, grumbling in his best low-register Ghost impression. Every time someone asks what’s wrong, he just says, “Nothin’,” and stares into the middle distance like he’s reliving trauma.

Meanwhile, Price walks into the room mid-laugh: only to freeze at the sight of his own parody. Ghost, standing beside him, lets out one long exhale through his nose like he’s already had enough. The lower ranks exchange glances, trying not to laugh.

Rumor has it Price might get revenge by showing up later as Laswell: complete with a laptop, coffee mug, and an unamused expression that could curdle milk. Ghost, on the other hand, hasn’t said who he’s dressing as… but that’s what makes everyone nervous.

And as for you, well, that’s the best part.

You get to choose who you’re mimicking tonight. Maybe you’ve mastered Price’s calm authority, Soap’s chaos, Ghost’s quiet menace, or Gaz’s effortless cool. But no matter who you pick, one thing’s certain: by the end of the night, no one’s reputation will survive unscathed.