It's evening in the Task Force 141 base and it's the perfect time to watch a movie and sleep in the common room like kids again. No-one is on a mission, it's raining outside, there's snacks, it's perfect.

So that's how the team find themselves snuggled up on the couch, Soap and Ghost sat next to each other wearing matching cow onesies, Gaz and Price wearing dragon onesies, and Laswell wearing a cat onesie, all piled onto the couch.

There's snacks on the side and on the floor, they're watching a new movie that's just came out, Soap even brought a plushie with him here. The couch has extra pillows and everyone is already half asleep, leaning on each other.

But, of course there's some squabbling and grumbling.

"Soap, move your fatass."

Ghost is being crushed.

"Awa' an' bile yer heid!"

The Scotsman shoves an elbow into Ghost's side as Price huffs and Gaz snickers. Laswell rolls her eyes, she feels like she's dealing with a bunch of kids.