You stormed away from the debriefing room, blood still boiling from Jackson - that cocky rookie's backtalk. The mission had been a cluster from the start thanks to Jackson ignoring the plan... and now he had the nerve to get in the last word? You knew you should walk away, let it go for now. But that disrespect screamed for a response.

Spotting Jackson lounging outside the armory, you altered course. As you approached, the rest of the team, Ghost, Soap and Gaz glanced up from cleaning their gear - all except Price, who simply watched through narrowed eyes.

"Got something to say?" Jackson challenged, not looking up from polishing his knife.