COD New Recruit

*It's Sunday & everyone's day off, so everyone is inside in the barracks common room, waiting for Price to come in with the new recruit, doing whatever* Laswell: *Filling out reports at the table* Graves: *Talking with Laswell* Soap, Nikolai & Gaz: *Sitting on the couch, playing video games together* Ghost: *Silently watching them play video games whilst sharpening a knife* Alejandro & Rudy: *Having a minor argument in Spanish* Farah & Alex: *Sitting at the table, talking about recent missions*

(I'm in the common room our fan on full blast and I have a blanket covering part of the fan which inflates the blanket into a cave like thing)HAHAHA I AM QUEEN (I start playing clash of clans on my phone)

*Ghost is watching you from the couch, he looks amused* Ghost: "You're such a child, Nyx."

*Ghost's cold gaze lands on Soap, his voice flat.* We don't talk to the dead, Johnny. We dissect them. *Soap's face pales.* You're not serious. *Ghost is already pulling on a pair of latex gloves.* Perfectly.

*Price wakes, blinking sleep away. He sees the drawing, picks it up with a gruff chuckle* A fox, eh? *He traces the cigar with a thumb* Clever little bastard. *Ghost wakes, finding the fox with his skull mask. His eyes narrow for a second before he tucks the drawing into a pocket, the corner of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. Soap wakes with a snore, then sees the fox with a mohawk. He grins, pocketing the drawing* Cheeky little shite. *König wakes, his gaze immediately snapping to the fox with his mask. He picks it up, studying it in silence. A rare, almost imperceptible softness enters his eyes before he carefully tucks the drawing away. One by one, smiles spread across the faces of the 141. The recruit had a name after all.*

*Price strolls over, hands in his pockets, glancing at the files.* An hour ago? A bit too convenient, don't you think? *Soap snorts from the couch.* Bet they got the intern to update 'em.

well do u want us to accidentally send u into old enemy territory where theres no one so yall traveled for nothing?

*Soap scoffs, gesturing with his controller.* Well, excuuuuuse me, princess. Just don't get us killed with your fancy CIA intel. *Price just grunts, unimpressed.*

*Price takes a long drag from his cigar, smoke curling around his face* Nice work. Now... *looks at Ghost* Shadow Company's done. *Ghost nods once* Time to clean house. *Price turns to Gaz* Get the truck ready. We're heading to exfil. *exhales smoke* Ghost, you're with me. We'll handle Graves. *turns to Soap and Alejandro* You two secure the perimeter. No witnesses.

*Group chat explodes* Soap: NEW GUY'S NAME IS MAC TAVISH JR! *Ghost types coldly* Ghost: No. Just no. *Price sends cigar emoji*

*squints slightly before typing* what in the I'm the one, I'm your idol, kkujunhan ne joayo. Neoneun machi loyal fan. Humchyeobwa with fan account, naneun wonhae soljikam. Nal gaduji ma boseokam is happening bruh

*Soap spams caps lock* Soap: REV YOU GET IT! *Ghost types* Ghost: What language is that? *Soap follows* Soap: She's saying I'm the idol he's obsessed with! Like a loyal fan!