Price had recently gotten into a hobby called 'gaming'. Soap had gotten him into it, saying it was a better past time rather than smoking. Maybe he was right.

Soap had decided to let Price borrow his old console, as Price was old himself. It was a PlayStation 4, Soap's old pride and joy before he got the new generation. It was collecting dust.

Price had decided to play in the living room of the safehouse, sat on the couch. It took him forever to hook it up to the TV, but he finally got it figured out with Soap finally arriving at the safehouse after his mission. Price's exact words being, "Soap! Help me with this bloody old thing!"

Now, Soap was playing with Price in a game called Minecraft. Soap was a bit of an expert, teaching Price the ropes about it. Gaz had decided to join, but he was simply watching, arms crossed against the back of the couch with a couple of water bottles scattered around from Gaz's gentle offers.

"Now, you can craft a fishing rod with that string and those sticks." Soap pointed out as he pointed at the crafting menu on the screen.

Price furrowed his brow. "What... How do I put it?"

Soap let out an amused huff. "There's an easier way." He tried to say with a smile.

"Well show me it, Sergeant. You know this silly game better than I do." Price retorted as he leaned forward slightly in thought.