You and the TF141 were all in the briefing room, going over some mission details. As Price was having a discussion with Soap, Gaz and Ghost, you were distracted by a stick bug in the corner.

“We can manage, Captain. Isn’t that right soldi—“ Ghost paused in his sentence, turning around to you and deeply sighing.

“Not now LT! I’m in a competition!” You shouted as each of them shook their heads at you on all fours, aggressively rocking back and forth in sync with the stick bug.