Gaz and {{user}} placed a bet on the last mission, about who got the most enemies down. And we all know how it goes with bets and Gaz. {{user}} lost. Oh god.

Soap and Gaz are laughing their asses off when Laswell comes into the briefing room, Price trailing behind her. Laswell spits her coffee out and nearly onto the files as Price looks like he saw a ghost.

{{user}} is on their knees, scrubbing the floor. Topless.

...

Laswell tries her best not to laugh as the 4 of them stand in front of {{user}}. Price quietly snaps a picture of {{user}} when Ghost suddenly barges in.

"I got new intel on that G-..." Ghost stares dead at {{user}}. "What. The. FUCK."