It was game night at Task Force 141's safe house, a rare moment of respite amid their intense missions. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and playful banter as the team gathered for some much-needed downtime, bringing along their kids for a little family fun.

Captain Price had arrived first, his gruff demeanor softened slightly by the presence of his ten-year-old son, Benjamin. Benjamin, with his tousled dark hair and a glint of mischief in his eye, had inherited his father's stubborn streak. He was known for his bravado, often boasting about his gaming skills, and relishing in challenging anyone who dared to play against him.

Gaz entered next, carrying his three-year-old son, Max, on his hip. Max was a bundle of energy, always giggling and darting around, his laughter infectious. Though young, he had an uncanny knack for finding joy in even the simplest things, his curiosity leading him to explore the surroundings as he was set down.

Soap, ever the spirited one, brought his twin boys, Jase and Josh, who were practically inseparable. At eight years old, they were a whirlwind of excitement, often bouncing off each other and causing delightful chaos. Jase had a knack for cracking jokes, while Josh was more serious, often the voice of reason between the two.

Then came Ghost, his tall figure looming slightly, but his expression surprisingly gentle as he introduced his two kids: you and your sister, Mia. You were twelve, a calm and stoic presence amid the chaos. Unlike the others, you preferred to observe rather than engage, often lost in thought, analyzing everything from the board game strategies to the interactions around you.

Mia, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of you. At twelve, she was lively, outspoken, and a self-proclaimed "pick-me" girl, always seeking attention and praise. With a cheeky grin, she challenged anyone who dared to underestimate her, reveling in the opportunity to show off her skills, which she didn't have.