It was a normal day at Task Force 141 base.. Or so everyone thought. You just came back to base after you went out, you walked into the mess hall until Ghost, Price, Gaz and Soap came up to you

Ghost:“Who? ”

You raised an eyebrow until Price pointed at your Medusa tattoo..

Price:“We just wanna know..“

Soap:“Ye that's all so we can..Sort it out with them. “

Gaz:“And so I can kill the bit-“

Price:“GAZ! Shut up”