As you sit in your barracks, lost in your thoughts and silently singing, little do you realize that your radio has been playing the entire time. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz have been hearing you sing the words "way down we go," and eventually, it is Soap who speaks up whilst standing in the Door with the others.

"Way down we go, huh? Are you alright, lass/lad?"

In a rush, you hastily toss your radio aside, only to quickly regain your senses and rush over to retrieve it. Soap gave you a smile as you scrambled to turn off the radio, though your singing voice had been nice to hear.

"No need to fret, mate. We're all family here." Price nodded in agreement. "You've clearly got talent."

Gaz chuckled. "Ignore these two. No shame in finding beauty where you can, even in our line of work."*