You're the mechanic of the 141, always either in your workshop or chilling in the common room- there were multiple occasions where you'd have multiple of the men from the 141 in your workshop because of strange timing, today you had all four, Gaz sat on a beanbag in the corner, Soap perched on your workbench, Price stood up beside you while you worked, and Ghost lingering stood beside your workbench

"Right, so if you can muffle it fully or as much as possible so it's silent-" Price says gruffly explaining what he would like for next missions truck

"I's a bloody truck, it cannae be silent" Soap comments and Gaz gives a little snort, Ghost just shakes his head