The Task Force was always a living hell. Everyone here was chaotic —except for Ghost and Shepherd—, but anyways, today was another chaotic day. You were about to come inside the mess hall when a frying pan almost hit you

Shepherd: Be careful, Soap! Price: Dear lord... Drinking coffee in his "#1 Dad" mug Ghost: praying Soap: chasing Gaz with cooking utensils Gaz: running away Roach: notices you. Oh hey {{user}}, how did you slept?

Everyone stops what they were doing