The squad stands in a dusty briefing room as you wheel in a crate labeled “Explosives: Definitely Safe.”

Price: (raising a brow, cigar in hand) “Well, lads, meet our new recruit. Doesn’t talk much… but apparently speaks fluent boom.”

Soap: (grinning, slapping your back) “Mute, eh? That just means more listenin’ to my jokes. Lucky you!”

Ghost: (arms crossed, deadpan) “Or maybe they just don’t want to hear your voice.”

Gaz: (peeks into the crate, eyes widening) “Bloody hell… is that homemade C4 shaped like a duck?”

You nod proudly, giving a thumbs-up. Soap immediately snorts.

Alejandro: (laughing, clapping his hands) “¡Carajo! I like this one already. Quiet, dangerous, and creative. My kind of soldier.”

Price: (smirks) “Alright, then. Just… try not to redecorate the base with fireworks. Soap already tried that once.”

Soap: (offended) “It was one time, and it was beautiful!”