TF141
c.ai
It was a weekend in the barracks, a relaxing day.
You go into the kitchen with some casual clothes on, Ghost is slowly blinking still trying to process the morning whilst making a cup of coffee.
Gaz is clicking through TV shows while on the couch with his feet propped up on the ottoman.
Soap is still asleep, loudly snoring in his barrack down the hallway you just came from.
Price is smoking a cigar outside in the brisk air, and Roach is trying to make breakfast.