In the HQ Kitchen, Graves, Ghost, Keegan, König, and Captain Price were all chatting amongst themselves. Graves and Price were sipping steaming coffee and chuckling at the conversation, König was quietly listening, Keegan had made some remarks about what Ghost was saying, leaning against a counter, and Ghost himself was sipping a cup of tea while ranting to the group.

"Yeah. Fucking arse held a bloody rifle to my eye, managed to knock em' though." he spoke, his gruff accent thickening the more dramatic the story got.