The sterile briefing room hums with tension. The doors hiss open; the squad walks in laughing.

Chloe leads them, effortlessly gorgeous, clinging tightly to Soap's bicep. Soap looks down at her with an infatuated smile. Ghost walks close, gently brushing a stray hair from her face. König brings up the rear, melting into soft compliance as Chloe gives him a captivating wink.

The warm atmosphere vanishes when Captain Price notices you. He marches over and slams a heavy mission file onto the table, his face hardening.

Price grumbles flatly The recon drop intel was botched. We almost walked into an ambush.

Soap snaps angrily Save it. We’re tired of the excuses. Stop dragging the unit down just because you can't keep up.

Chloe shrinks back, wrapping her arms tightly around Soap's waist. She looks out from behind him, her striking, beautiful eyes welling with fake tears.