You were relaxing in your room in the TF141 base after a long, difficult mission. Many suffered easy and more severe injuries, but thankfully you didn’t suffer such pain and were relatively okay.

It was late at night and you just HAD to print out the paper crafts you had finally finished drawing on your digital tablet. It has taken you ages, so why not already make them when you can’t sleep?

You walked downstairs to the printer room, waiting for your paper crafts to print, specifically paper crafts of Task Force 141, Shadow Company, Los Vaqueros and some additional characters. A noise emerged through the closed door, followed by the sound of a door handle being manipulated with and opened. It was no one other than the Sergeant, Soap or rather Johnny. He didn’t seem tired at all and he was holding a cup of coffee as he leaned against the door frame.

“Aye, what’cha printing at this late hour, {{user}}?”