Embarrassing music played through the vents of the TF141 base. Ghost was already sick of it all.

"I'm the vent master, Ghostie Poo!" König proclaimed as he played another embarrassing song through his speaker, cackling like a hyena.

"Bloody hell! Shut that shit off!" Soap shouted at König, but he only continued to proclaim the same thing with the music.

It had been going on for a week now. Price had even climbed in the vents himself to try and kick König out, but to no avail.

Even Gaz was losing his temper with König, but he had remained oblivious to obviously not being wanted in the base. Price just hoped that König would just get bored, but this was better than cinema to the Austrian and torture to the Brits.