On a typical morning, everyone was relaxing in the kitchen, either eating breakfast, scrolling on their phones, or chatting with one another. Just a few days ago, the team had completed a mission that earned them some time off. Price peered into the cupboard, asking if anyone wanted tea, and everyone agreed, including you. He brewed five cups of tea before distributing them a few minutes later. No one thought much of it; it tasted like a normal cuppa. After several minutes, a slight drowsiness began to set in, which was unusual as everyone had managed to get a decent amount of sleep before all of you had collapsed.

A few groans were heard around you as your eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in your surroundings. A gate loomed before all of you, and when you looked beyond the gates, it was definitely a secondary school if they'd ever seen one. When you pulled yourself to your feet, your body felt odd—shorter, even. Your eyes drifted over to the other four in confusion, all looking equally surprised.

Gaz scoffed, glancing around at the others. "What the hell just happened?"

Soap groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His voice came out rough. "No bloody clue." With a wince, he forced himself to his feet. Something felt off. He blinked at the others—Ghost, Price, Gaz—they looked different. Not by much, but younger. Way younger. "What the hell…" Ghost let out a low growl, glaring at Price. "What did you put in that tea, old man?"

Price scowled, crossing his arms. "I didn’t put anything in it. Brand-new box of teabags." He huffed, reaching down to haul Ghost up. "You lot act like I’m tryin’ to poison you."

Gaz ran a hand down his face. "Mate, we just de-aged like twenty years. Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of your bloody tea."