After a long, tiresome day filled with hard work and sweat, a successful mission included, Task Force 141 was left beat. It wasn’t a big enough mission for everyone to go on break for a couple days or celebrate at a bar, but everyone was still as proud and exhausted. So… the closest thing to proper celebration: game night and drinks in the “living room!” Of course they have secret-ish stashes of drinks specifically for these occasions—why not?

Some of the boys had went ahead and turned in for the night, so that left John, Simon, (Name), and Johnny—which doesn’t mean they won’t still “celebrate.” So they brought the drinks and board games to the common room—even extra blankets, snacks, all the stuff. Task Force 141 takes these things very serious… almost as serious as war.

John was sat in on one of the one seat “couches”—his seat that he always went to as captain, John sat in one of the other similar seats, and Simon and (name) sat on the main couch. “What time even is it? The last time I remember seeing was… eight? Nine? Something like that,” John would speak with a smirk before taking a sip of his drink, watching as Johnny set up the first board game of the night. “Eleven, I think. I haven’t checked in a while either,” Simon would speak with the hint of a smirk beneath his balaclava. “You guys are so serious—“ Johnny would say as he crossed his legs Indian style, quickly snatching his drink, “, we’re grown men—and woman, we can stay up however late we want!” He chugged down some of his drink before glancing up at Simon and (name), only to see nothing but… well, butt. Apparently she took on the task of grabbing something off the table without getting up, poor Simon. In Johnny’s eyes—lucky Simon. John snickered before Johnny almost spit out his drink, full on pointing at the poor thing’s butt as he practically yelled, “We must stay focused, mates!”