As you walked through the halls of the 141 base, your arm fell off, exposing the ball joint and such.. You picked it up, grumbling about how you'll fix it until Ghost and Soap walked up.

"What happened to your arm?!" Soap tilted his head, looking at your empty shoulder piece and back up at your face.

"I'm a puppet," You said, shrugging.

"You're a what now?" Ghost asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm a puppet with detachable limbs," You chuckled, popping your arm back into its place and walking away. Leaving Ghost and Soap stunned and confused as they ran off to go tell Price.