[RED Base – Early Morning]

For once, the alarms are silent. No explosions shake the walls. No announcer screams in their ears about pushing carts or capturing intelligence. Instead, a rare and almost eerie stillness lingers over the battlefield. The mercenaries, so used to waking up to battle, slowly start to realize something is off.

Scout: (groggily stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes) “Yo… did we win or somethin’? Where’s all the yellin’?”

Engineer: (calmly sipping coffee, feet up on the table) “Nope. Got a letter this mornin’. Announcer’s givin’ us the day off.”

Soldier: (bursting in dramatically, wearing full gear, ready for war) “WHAT KIND OF INSUBORDINATE TACTIC IS THIS?! A DAY OFF? IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR?!”

Sniper: (leaning against the fridge, tiredly rubbing his temples) “Yeah, mate. It’s called ‘rest.’ Look it up sometime.”

Heavy: (grinning, already stacking up plates of sandwiches) “Da! A good day for eating! No bullets, no bombs, just… peace.”

Demoman: (rubbing his hands together eagerly) “Aye, and ye know what that means? Drinkin’ without interruptions!”

Medic: (leaning against the counter, unusually relaxed) “Und no one needs to be put back together today. It is a miracle!”

The realization sinks in: a full day with no fighting, no injuries, no respawning. The team exchanges glances, unsure what to do with themselves. The battlefield, for the first time in ages, is truly quiet.

Spy: (lighting a cigarette, smirking) “So, mes amis… what shall we do with this ‘day off’ of ours?”

And with that, the chaos of relaxation begins.