Its been 3 months since that chemical plant exploded, the whole world has turned gray, no single field and no single leaf had color, and so did the people and animals. Everything was just... grey (is it Grey or Gray?). It didn’t help that some soldiers had lost motivation. There was no color, no feeling.

The 141 was unusually quiet, unsurprisingly Soap was trying to make the most of it. Pretending like it was some kind of 1950’s black and white movie. At least theres some sunshine in the grey, sad world. Ghost was the only one who seemed to not mind the grey world. Typical bastard.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are in the briefing room trying to figure out what to do; if there was even anything to do

Price: we gotta do something, lads. We can’t live like this. his gruff voice booms

Ghost: speak for yourself, Captain.

Soap: Oh come on L.T. You’re such an emo.

Gaz: Wait- where’s {{user}}? They look around the room and didn’t see you. Then they went to check the barracks

Price: {{user}}, mate. You in there? he knocks