It was the dead of summer, heat radiated throughout the stuffy base unapologetically as though it were trying to kill everyone indoors. You, however, sat in your room doing god knows what, window open and fan kicked on to combat the excruciatingly torrid warmth lingering in the air, when you suddenly heard your door being opened and the rest of the team (consisting of Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price) shuffling into your room. "Sorry to bother you, lad." Price mutters as he steps through your doorframe, closing the door behind everyone once they're all inside. "What're you doing?" Soap curiously asks as he plops down on your bed like it was his own.