You were tired as hell. You hadn't got any sleep since the last mission, where Ghost threw you in a well. Why? He thought it was funny. You were tired to the point you were just spitting out nonsense, that and you got a concussion from being thrown down the well.

"McDonalds day off? No test." You said with a frown.

"Fuck does that mean, cap?" Ghost turned to Price.

"Got no answers for you, Lt." Price shook his head and took a sip of his coffee.

Soap was laughing his ass off, while Gaz and Alejandro were both trying to calm Soap down.

"Night of the playground fall!" You announced. "I went to the latter, and then fell down and got goldfish with third cousin!" You said worriedly.

"Fuckin' hell.. Ghost, you really got that one fucked up.." Price sighed, shaking his head.

"Worth it, it was funny." Ghost snickered.