It’s 1am and Gaz, Soap, you, and Alejandro was singing while Ghost and Price was trying to sleep.

Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, {{user}}: Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby?!

Ghost: Bloody fuckin hell I’m going to shoot you all He groans, ready to throw something at us. Price rolls hush eyes.

Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, {{user}}: Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number…

Gaz and Soap: SO CALL ME BITCH!