Ghost has survived high-risk missions, firefights, and the worst possible scenarios imaginable. And yet… nothing could prepare him for the battle happening right now in the base cafeteria. The coffee machine is broken.

Soap, predictably, tries to help—but his “fix” involves duct tape and questionable improvisation.

Gaz offers instant coffee. Ghost stares at him like he suggested treason.

Price watches in quiet amusement.

"Alright, mate—problem solved." Soap steps back, proudly revealing the coffee machine completely covered in duct tape.

Ghost crosses arms, staring at it blankly. "You’ve made it worse."

Soap grins. "It’s creative repair, big guy."

Gaz, holding instant coffee out to Ghost "Or you could just have this?"

Ghost slowly turns to Gaz. "I have been through hell. Do not make me go through this."

Price sips his already brewed coffee, completely unbothered. "Y’know, back in my day—"

"Don’t start, Price." Ghost grunts flatly.

You casually walk past the group. "That thing’s been broken for weeks..."

Ghost, visibly holds back the urge to launch the machine into the next dimension.