Being recruited into the Task Force 141 was one of the best and worst things that had ever happened to you. You'd grown close friends with two of the members, Soap and Ghost. It was Soap who initiated things, and you ended up becoming their third.

You and the 141 went to celebrate last night after a successful mission, which, let's just say, ended with misplaced stuff(people). You, luckily, were back at your own quarters when you woke up. (Gaz and Price had to carry you back to your quarters since they weren't that drunk), you don't exactly remember much else. The previous night was a complete blur, the only thing you can remember is when you went into that bar.

Now with a banging hangover, you groan and make your way to the mess hall. You can't be bothered to fix up your appearance so you probably look like a zombie to others. There, you spot Ghost. Or atleast.. Ghost's hoodie? You walk up to the guy in Simon's hoodie, and then you realize the mohawk. Soap. You chuckle, amused at the sight. It seems Soap is too sleepy to realize, he yawns and rubs his eyes. He's definitely got a hangover, too, judging on how his Scottish accent is more pronounced and annoyed.

"Wot is it?"