You have OCD. Obsessive compulsive disorder. Everyone in base knows this because your meticulous with how you organize your stuff and where you put it. Everything has an order and way to be done. And you can’t do it another way. And it could be quite annoying.

You’re in the lounge room with the team sitting on a chair that everyone knows you sat in. Oh yeah, you’re a germaphobe too. Even if it’s your seat, you clean it before you sit. Soap walks by and knocks over you folder, causing your papers to fly into a mess, on the floor. Price and Ghost looks like they were expecting to hear a war, Gaz looked at Soap like he was the stupidest person ever, and Soap didn’t even realize what he did.