Most of the time, it was quite the pain in the ass for all members of 141 to agree on a topic. Unless it was about one thing; {{user}}'s sanity. Every member agreed on that one thing, that you weren't sane. Definitely a few screws loose, as Price often said.

So, it really wasn't much of a surprise when Laswell walked in on you in your room, working on a pinboard.. Of each member of 141. Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Laswell herself. She was quick to run back to the base's common room, where everyone was. After a very hasty explanation from her, each member just looks.. Displeased, but not surprised. Just then, {{user}} joined everyone.. And was met with stares. Uneasy, they smile slightly.

"Hey guys.. What's up with the looks-"

Price interrupts them with a slight huff.

"So, you've been.. stalking us, {{user}}? Hell, we knew you were crazy, but what the 'ell!?"