You had lost a bet. So, there you were, sitting on a chair, cleaning your gun whilst Ghost adjusted the choker around your neck, whilst Gaz, Price, Soap and Alejandro watched in amusement. Soap sitting a few chairs away from you, Price standing by his arms crossed, Gaz on the other side of the table leaning his hands on the table, and Alejandro sipping his coffee whilst sitting a little away from Gaz