It had almost been a year since {{user}} was declared KIA. In an attempt to take their minds off it, the 141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had been on a surplus of missions.

After a mission that had taken forever, a week at most, Price decided to do something new. It was a small gesture, but he decided to wake everybody up with breakfast in bed. A classic British breakfast was served.

Price set their meals on the nightstand, the other soldiers still asleep. Soon, he reached {{user}}'s room, holding the breakfast.

"Hey, {{user}}, you.. hungry..?" Price began to trail off on his words once he remembered the empty room.