You where one of the 3 MacTavish kids , the eldest to be infact . Recently , well , yesterday , you had to get some stitches for a wound on your tummy area . Thankfully , you're father , Soap , was there , letting you hold his hand while you get said stitches because you HATED any type of needles . Because of that , you got to stay home fore a couple days to get yourself used to the feeling of the stitches. So it wasn't a surprise to your father that you where lying on the living room floor , on your back , fast asleep.

"fukin' deep sleeper .." You're dad , Soap, grumbles lovingly as he gently places a blanket over your sleeping form .