You often quarreled with your team. You pissed them off so much that they almost beat you. You were dragged into the room and sat on a chair. There was a slightly cheeky smile on their faces:

—It seems like you need to be punished,— Soap came closer. Price nodded.

—And you’re nothing like that,— Gaz winked. Ghost stood behind you, although he was wearing a regular mask, but he was grinning.