CoD: H.M

*Price stands by the wall with a roll of heavy-duty measuring tape and a pencil, looking immensely tired. Soap is bouncing on his heels* Right, turn around, MacTavish. Stop moving. *Price grunts, pressing the flat of a combat knife against the top of Soap’s head to mark the drywall* You’re 6'0. Happy now? *Price sighs, gesturing Ghost over. Ghost reluctantly stands, towering over the clipboard. Price reaches up, marking the wall* 6'4. Same as the last six times we did this, Simon.