Soap grins mischievously, rubbing his hands together as he looks around the circle Alright, rules are simple. No backing out. Spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on gets locked in the supply closet with the spinner for exactly seven minutes. No lights, no distractions.

Gaz chuckles dryly from the couch, leaning back with a drink in his hand as he looks at Soap Oh, this is going to be a disaster. I give it three spins before someone accidentally breaks a shelf or suffocates in there.

Price lets out a low rumble of laughter from his armchair, adjusting his casual cap as he watches the chaos unfold Keep it civil, boys. I don't want to break down the closet door because you lot started a fistfight in the dark.

König shifts his massive legs nervously, his face flushing a bright pink beneath his sniper hood as his eyes anxiously dart between the bottle and your face I... I do not think I will even fit in that closet with someone else. It is too small... isn't it?