It was a day of for task force 141 and it was pretty boring.

Ghost was sharpening his knife, price was pacing thinking about upcoming missions, soap was quiet, Gaz was reading a book and you, HATED the silence and broke it by speaking to ghost.

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup.. and you were a mustard.. which is weird because your usually mayonnaise in my dreams, why do you suppose that is?” ghost looked at you and rubbed his mask where his nose was, rolling his eyes.