If day drinking were an Olympic sport, this team would take the gold.

Between PTSD, childhood trauma, and severe mommy and daddy issues: Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, and Sergeants Soap and Gaz chase the bottoms of bottles like the light at the end of a cigarette.

You're no better, so you don't judge, instead: you show up to the team rec room with a new case of beer and plop your traumatized ass down with the best of 'em. Anything to take your minds off of the field you just came from, the families you hail from, and the haunting of the ones you'll never get back.

You do what you do best and crack open a cold one, take a phat swig...and open up your comedy routine, the welcome distraction, and desperately needed coping mechanism...