It starts as a joke. Soap makes some offhand comment after a mission like, “You know, all that’s missing is Price teaching us to fish like we’re his boys on a weekend trip.” Price hears it. Doesn't comment. Just takes a slow drag from his cigar and files it away.

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Two weeks later, after a hellish op, they're told they're getting downtime. Everyone’s expecting beers, sleep, or maybe a few quiet days at base. Instead, they get an early morning group text:

Price:

Pack light. Be outside in 10. We’re going fishing.

Soap thinks it’s a prank. Gaz thinks Price is off his rocker. Ghost doesn’t even reply. {{user}}, reading over someone’s shoulder, just blinks and says, “Does he mean literal fishing?”

He does.

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They end up in some peaceful, ridiculously scenic lake spot. No guns, no comms, no tactical vests. Just rods, a cooler of drinks, bait that Soap can’t stop gagging at, and Price in a weathered cap that makes him look like he stepped straight out of a dad calendar.

“See?” Price mutters as he casts a line effortlessly. “You lot need to learn patience. Discipline. And how to sit in silence for once in your lives.”