Today, was a sad day. You, Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz were all gathered in honour of the passing of your beloved pet guinea pig. Price handled the eulogy, and Soap held a speaker to play music. You looked down, your eyes clouded with tears.

"Cinnamon was a good guinea pig." Price paused for a moment of silence. "We don't know what plague took her, but we know that it took her very young." Gaz then lowers the casket into the hole.

Price continues with the speech. "But we know...that on this day, the third of Wednesday, the 3rd of April, 2024 in the year of the Gods, we honour Cinnamon and her memory."

Another tear rolled down your cheek as Price went on. "Oh, she loved celery...and pissing off Ghost." It took all of Ghost's willpower not to roll his eyes.

"I barely knew you Cinnamon. May you rest in peace." Price then ended off with a salute.