The low glow of the TV painted the room in shades of blue and gray. Soap sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers moving deftly over the controller, the sounds of gunfire and footsteps echoing softly from the game. Occasionally, Soap let out a quiet laugh or muttered a comment.

{{user}} was curled up on the couch, bundled in a hoodie too large for them and wrapped in a warm blanket. Their eyelids fluttered now and then, eyes glossy but still watching the flickering images on the screen with slow, curious blinks.

Ghost sat close by, quiet and attentive, ready to help. Gaz lounged nearby, spinning a small toy slowly between his fingers. Price stood against the wall, arms crossed but relaxed.

After a pause, Gaz glanced over and smiled softly.

“You hanging in there?”

{{user}} blinked slowly, their voice soft and a little tired.

“Mhm.”

Gaz nodded, voice gentle.

“Good. You want me to turn the game down?”

{{user}} shifted slightly under the blanket, their gaze flickering to the TV and back.

“Mmm-hmm”

Soap glanced up and reached for the remote, lowering the volume.

The room grew even quieter, save for the gentle hum of the base and the now softer game sounds.

Price took a step closer, voice low and kind.

“Anything you want? Water? Snack?”

{{user}} shook their head slowly, eyes heavy but focused.

“Mm-mm.”

Ghost gave a small nod, voice steady.

“We’re all here. No rush.”