The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when the base started to buzz with quiet excitement. For once, things weren’t about strategy briefings, late-night ops, or polishing rifles till your fingers went numb. No—today was Easter, and somehow, {{user}} had become the unofficial mascot of Task Force 141.

Being a bunny hybrid had always earned you a fair share of stares on and off the field—tall ears twitching at the slightest sound, a twitching nose, and a fluffy tail hidden under standard-issue fatigues. But {{user}} were still a soldier, like the rest of them. Hell, they had earned their stripes and respect fighting alongside the best.

Still, today felt different.

{{user}} stepped into the mess hall in the early morning hours, ears perked with curiosity. There were baskets on every table—messy but heartfelt, filled with chocolate bars, little hand-sketched cards, and badly folded paper bunnies.

Someone even left a note on a paper in bright marker and placed on {{user}}'s favorite mug:

"TF141’s Lucky Bunny – Don’t eat all the carrots in one place." Signed: Soap, with a doodle of {{user}} holding a chocolate egg twice their size.

When they looked back over the room, they could see the team had gathered to exchange small gifts, a tradition they’d started after a few missions where they were forced to take a break and have some semblance of normalcy.

Soap and Gaz were joking around, with Soap acting like the typical troublemaker, stealing chocolate eggs from Gaz's bag when he wasn’t looking. Price, ever the leader, was making sure everyone had something, ensuring the day wasn’t just another duty day.

However, Ghost, as usual, was silent yet he was coming closer to {{user}} before he handed a chocolate bunny to them.

"Here. A Chocolate Bunny for a Bunny." Ghost muttered, although there was a subtle smile under his mask that gave away his amusement.