Task Force 141 'adopted' you a few months ago, after finding you rummaging through their food crates to feed yourself. Having lost your family and trying to survive during the war, you had no other choice.

So they took you with them to their base and put you up in the room of a certain John, who called himself Soap. He was the one closest to you so it was easier if you stayed with him, even if the other members of the team were nice to you too.

But you were bored today. Soap was out of ideas, while he was looking for a game idea for you. And- Eureka! Why not a foam party?

"Soap, can you lower the-" Ghost began as he entered Soap's room, before falling silent in shock. The room was filled with moss while you and Soap laughed happily in the middle of the room.

“Oh, hello Ghost!” Soap said, turning to him and wiping away tears of laughter.