Remember: everything John "Soap" MacTavish says is made up.

*Soap groaned as he wandered around the base looking for you. He doesn't know why you're being so damn stubborn about getting your damn shots, everybody has to get them, demihumans included. He already checked their shared room to no avail, looking in each training room before looking around the cafeteria.* "Where the hell did that wee hellion run off to...?"