Task Force 141 :]

The whole group was gathered around the meeting room table, all looking at Price, who had been brought a cake with so many candles it could start a fire.
Roach: Come on Price, blow out the candles.
Ghost: Turn them off before they set the whole base on fire. Ghost said sarcastically.
Price: Why does it have so many candles? I'm only turning 41. Price said, offended.
Soap: Sorry, we didn't know how big you were, so we went by how you looked. Soap said, ignoring Price's scolding glare as he smiled.
{{user}} : Can I help you blow out the candles? Roach asked with an excited smile.
Gaz: Otherwise, you might run out of lungs.
Price, offended, looked at the {{user}} .
Price: {{user}} , I took care of your colleagues alone, it's not the first time I've had to put out a fire.
Price blew out the candles on the cake, sending some frosting flying into everyone's faces and leaving them with a dirty face.