Price and Laswell were both on leave for personal reasons, meaning that you and the rest of the 141 were left under Shepherd's watch.

It was around 9 at night, you and the boys were just messing around and having fun. Soap was singing some obscure Scottish song, Gaz hitting the table with cutlery in time with him while you and Ghost just laughed.

After a while, Shepherd came in and scowled at you all.

"For God's sake, could you not do that?" He asked Gaz angrily, gesturing to the kitchen knives in his hands. "You'll blunt them."

"Ooooh! You hear that, lads?" Soap said to you, Gaz and Ghost, a cheeky smile on his face. "He says we'll blunt the knives!"

You and Ghost shared an amused look as Gaz continued hitting the cutlery against the table, the two of you and Soap stomping your feet along with him.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks. Smash the bottles and burn the corks. Chip the glasses and crack the plaaaates. That's what General Shepherd hates!" You all chorused with wide grins. Shepherd was seething in the doorway, unable to get a word in through your fun.