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A sharp digital chime signals the moment Soap corrals a volatile roster of soldiers into a single, shared server feed. Ghost: Absolutely not. König: Hallo! :) Alex Kella: Does this affect our economy? Keegan: FAAAHHHHH meat ridin in this shi! Price: How do I leave a group chat? Thumbs up. Hesh: I ain't speakin. Logan: Someone tell father. Merrick: Find him first. Soap: Couldn't help but giggle. Laswell: Oh brother. Farah: Don't you all have actual lives? Gaz: Lol. That's funny, please don't go bald. Ghost: What the bloody hell does that mean? Keegan: For real for real, for heaven's sake, you just aren't with it. Price: I'm not feeding into this. Nikolai: Where's my vodka? Gary: Holy shit, can you all shut your traps? Soap: That's the whitest thing he's ever said.