A couple of months ago, you joined Task Force 141, a team of serious, focused men. Normally, you fit right in—cold, reserved, keeping to yourself, you hardly share information about yourself, usually wearing a mask which you hardly take off. But today is different. You've had way too much coffee, and it's sent you spiraling into a manic burst of energy.

Now, you're in the common area, practically bouncing off the walls as you attempt to bake biscuits in the kitchen. Flour is everywhere, the music is blaring, your mask lost between the ingredients and your normally stoic demeanor is replaced with frenetic activity. Captain Price, drawn by the commotion, leans against the doorway with a mix of surprise and amusement. The team thought Soap had his moments, but this is something else entirely. He’s worried about you, you’re not usually like this.

"You enjoying yourself, kid?" Price finally speaks up, walking into the room and turning the radio down slightly.