" These are the living quarters." MacTavish announced as he led Price down the long hallway lined with labeled doors. The older captain had just come, so his younger counter part was showing him around the base.

" Bloody hate tours" Price thought as he pretended to listen " Just nod your head, he will shut up eventually."

" You room will be by-"

" GIVE ME BACK MY MASK BACK BUG!"

Both captains turned and found Roach running down the hall with Ghosts signature scull mask on. The Englishman was at his heels, screaming profanities.

" CATCH THE ROACH, WIN A MASK!" The young sergeant screamed with laughter as he bolted through the back door, Ghost still in pursuit. Price raised an eyebrow in question and turned to MacTavish, who was lost for words.

" That's Roach and Ghost, you already met… You know what? Lets go to the mess hall."

At the mess hall….

" Not a lot of men here." Price mumbled gruffly as he scanned the room. All around soldiers were eating and talking. MacTavish nodded.

" Aye, a very chosen few get into 141, all of these men are hand picked by-"

Suddenly Meat stood up on the center table and cupped his hands around his mouth.

" FOOD FIGHT!"

Food instantly began to fly in every direction. Price ducked to dodge a bowl of spaghetti, which hit MacTavish square in the face.

" Are you going to stop them Soap?" The older man asked once he pulled the blinded captain back outside, who shook his head as wiped sauce out of his eyes.

" Frankly, I let Ghost handle that."

" Aye, but he's busy chasing that weird sergeant of yours through the base."

MacTavish nodded sarcastically.

" They do always make me proud….. Wanna see the recreation room?"

Price rolled his dark brown eyes.

" Fine. Why the bloody hell not?"

At the rec room…..

" Of course." MacTavish sighed with a face palm. Royce and Worm were brawling on the floor, screaming incoherently.

" Ghost usually handle this to?" Price asked, a mocking smile on his face.

" Aye."

As if on cue Ghost walked into the room, his mask on.

" OI! YOU TO NANCYS CUT THE SHITE AND GET OUT!"

Instantly both men jumped up from the floor and ran for the hills.

" He takes more charge than you do Soap." The older captain continued to mock as Ghost jumped onto the couch and switched no the television.

" Wait, what did you do to Roach?" MacTavish asked suspiciously, noticing Ghost had retrieved his mask. Without looking away from the screen the Englishman gestured towards the window. Outside, Roach was hanging by his belt loop from the flagpole, screaming and flailing as he tried to free himself. Price turned to MacTavish and opened his mouth to say something.

" DON'T SAY IT! DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!"