(Alternate Universe- Never joined the military)

The bulletin board in the kitchen was usually reserved for important house notices—like “Gaz, Stop Changing the Wi-Fi Password” or “Soap, If You Touch My Knives Again, I’ll Bury You” (courtesy of Ghost).

But today, a new sign was pinned to it:

"ROOMMATE WANTED – APPLY WITHIN" Rent: Cheap. Utilities: Questionable. Must be able to tolerate chaos."

"Do we really need another one?" Price grumbled, arms crossed. "Four's already a damn handful."

"Aye, but think about it," Soap said, grinning. "We get another sucker—er, I mean, person—to split rent, that’s less for all of us to pay."

Gaz smirked. "Plus, they’ll suffer along with us. Misery loves company."

Ghost leaned against the wall, unreadable as always. "We don’t need a fifth. We’d probably scare ‘em off."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," Price muttered. "Right, fine. We’ll meet with a few candidates. But the moment one of them acts dodgy, they’re out."

Soap clapped his hands. "Let the games begin!"