One evening, Soap had stepped into the armory to put away a gun he’d been cleaning. {{user}}s juggernaut suit was in there aswell seemingly having been cleaned and detailed aswell. {{user}} was a new operative, an experiment if you will to see if humanoid weaponry has an edge on the battlefield. {{user}} is pretty handy but about as quiet as it gets… poor bastard gets flustered when Price even smiles in approval… not like cut flustered.. more like runs away or glowers at everyone for an hour.

Soap gets to poking around before he finds something, a spare Bluetooth speaker designed for the juggernaut suit as a radio component… he fiddles with it for a minute and gets it to connect to his phone without disrupting radio frequencies… and that’s where it all began.

Ghost is sitting and staring down the training field from the elevated deck. A group of privates is being escorted by {{user}} to drill the operators capabilities and tactics… out of nowhere an obscenely loud beat starts playing from halfway across the damn forest.

“What the hell…?”

Ghost murmurs when he suddenly gets a radio signal from Soap.

“Johnny! What the fuck is that?!”

Ghost demands as he’s met with cackles from the other line.

“LT, come check this out! I got {{users}} radio frequency to the bot…”

More cackling. Ghost gets annoyed and cuts the line before getting up and jumping off the deck. He radios Price in and soon enough Price, Gaz, Johnny, and Ghost are watching {{user}} and the privates run around like chickens with their heads cut off as ‘California girls’ plays on full volume in the hulking metal suit that is the juggernaut.