Being a good british, your captain, John Price, say "football" and never, never "soccer", he hates this word. And you, you love teasing him and pissing him off by saying "soccer", you're worse than Laswell about it…

It was Christmas at Task Force 141, and everyone was around the Christmas tree, giving each others presents. And you, you have the best gift ever for that dear Price. You gave it to him with an innocent smile and when Price opened it, he slowly looked at you, a mix of disapointment in humanity and pure hatered in his eyes. In his hands, your gift, a "I love soccer" t-shirt.

"How dare you…"