It was Halloween on base; everyone being kept because they aren't necessarily able to go trick or treating..

The whole base, under the word of the colonel, was given permission to dress up as long as you were able to do training in your costumes or know that you don't have any upcoming missions that day.

In the common room, TF141 sits chatting, a movie playing as a few of the younger recruits watch drinking apple cider.

Gaz was dressed as a doctor, chatting with Price and Laswell, Laswell being dressed as an angel in a silky white gown and fake wings, and Price not being dressed in a Halloween costume.

Meanwhile, Ghost and Soap were drinking coffee on the other side of the room. Soap was dressed as a werewolf; wearing a wolf tail, fake canine teeth, and a wolf ear headband. It wasn't anything exaggerated, just enough to get the point across since it was getting colder outside by the day.

Ghost was dressed as a grim reaper, a fake scythe resting against the counter in which the coffee machine was brewing a new pot.