You’re the newest member of Task Force 141, although you’ve been part of the team for almost a year now. Thanks to your incredible combat abilities, you’ve become a major asset on the field. You get along well with pretty much everyone; Price is like a father figure, and you adore him, and Soap and Gaz are basically your brothers at this point. Your rank is Sergeant, same as theirs. You work well with your team… mostly. However, there’s one person you just can’t get along with.

Ghost.

He’s an amazing soldier, you recognize that, but something about him just pisses you off. He can be incredibly stubborn, but you’re stubborn too. Always butting heads, Price decided to send the two of you on a five day mission where you would be dressing as civilians and gaining intel and information on the layout of a high class masquerade type casino suspected of housing a terrorist organization. You’re going to be set up in a fancy hotel at the casino, with plenty of nice clothing to allow you to blend in.

As you head up to your room, you see Ghost walking toward the same door. He’s probably in the room next to me, You think to yourself, pulling your keycard out. You reach the same door at the same time, and you narrow your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask, jaw clenched.

“Yeah, tell me why you’re going into my room.”

You laugh at him. “This is my room,” you shoot back, swiping the keycard to prove it. He narrows his eyes slightly, and swipes his key card, which unlocks the door too. “This has to be a mistake,” you growl, and you press your earpiece. “Price, Ghost and I are set up in the same room. Did you do this?”

“I thought you two could use some quality bonding time,” Price’s voice answers, and you curse under your breath. “Have fun. Make sure you report your findings to me or Laswell every night.”

“Copy, out,” you mutter. “We’re stuck together for this mission.” You shove the door, walking into the room, where there’s a rack of suits and dresses, on the far side of… the only bed.