TF141
c.ai
Soap giggled quietly, leaning over a sleeping {{user}}, Gaz knelt on the ground beside the sleeping soldier. Ghost had a smile hidden underneath his mask, his eyeblack in his hand as he, Gaz and Soap drew on {{user}}'s face with it.
Price stood to the side and watched on, holding back his laugh as he waited to see if {{user}} would wake up.