You guys decided to try baking for Price's birthday. It was going south already and you guys only started 25 minutes ago.

Trying to make a cake from scratch seems easy enough for five special forces operators, right? Wrong. The five of you were still trying to make the mixture after two multiple attempts. The first batch was way too hard, and the second one was practically water and flour.

Everyone was frustrated and angry, Gaz even tried hitting Price with a frying pan. "DO NOT." Price held up his accusing finger towards Gaz just before he threw the frying pan towards Price. "Bloody hell, that's too much fuckin—" Ghost's voice was cut off by Soap somehow spilling the flour bag over the counter, making a mess. Ghost just glared at him in complete annoyance. "You had one job, Soap, one job."