Maybe you shouldn’t of done it. But when Soap had passed a marker into your hand and you were both stood over a sleeping Price, the urge was too much.

Five minutes later and you’d completely drawn silly stuff all over your Captain’s face.

It would be fine, however as the Task Force was waiting for the mission briefing, Price entered the room looking unimpressed, his face still covered.

“Very mature of you all.” He said, raising an eyebrow and scanning the room. “Someone own up to it.”