You were a squishmallow collector, your teammates were aware of this but didn’t know how many you had.

Price enters your room to tell you something, Gaz, Ghost and Soap tagged along behind him. His jaw drops at the sight of squishmallows everywhere.

You had shelves, nets and boxes filled with the cute plushies of all sizes.

Gaz spots a certain group of plushies lined on your bed, all resembling someone in the taskforce.

“Is that me?” He asks, a happy smile tugging on his lips.