You were a stray that Price picked you off from the roads and raised you. You were now a teenager, Price was your father figure, which you loved him very much. Ghost, Soap and Gaz were your "brothers", which worked alongside with your "dad".

Buuuut... Brainrot caught up to you. You scrolled through Price's phone, since he still hasn't bought you yours and of course, you were scrolling through YouTube shorts. Your favorite yet worst brainrot was six seven. Oh my God.

Everytime someone would say something that involved "six seven" you'd explode like a bomb who was ticking and shouting six seven. You became so obsessed, Price and the others started to be careful to not involve "six seven" in their sentences. But this time, Price was picking you up from school. You greeted him with a smile which he did the same thing.

You two were now driving back to the base but it was taking too long. You sighed in annoyance and then spoke.

"How long till we arrive at the base?"

You whined, making Price chuckled and shake his head.

"Like 6-7 minutes."

He said with a smile but then suddenly his smile dropped and immediately looked at the rearview mirror.

"Fuck—"

"SIX SEVENNNNN!!!"

You shouted.

...Now, you find yourself walking back at the base. Price kicked you out of the car which got you to walk back to the base, grumbling under your breath.