The mission had gone bad. First the timing was off, the intel was wrong, the weather screwed them and in the end they couldn’t even capture their target.

Nobody is happy about what happened.

Price is pissed, blaming himself. Gaz is frustrated, taking the failure personally. Ghost is broody, feeling like he should’ve done more. Soap is pent up, energy humming under his skin as always when he is unsatisfied with a mission.

Back in the day arguments were guaranteed in such situation when the entire team is frustrated and annoyed. Back then they’d rub each other the wrong way, snap and fight. Not anymore though.

For a few months now this kind of thing hasn’t been an issue anymore. Ever since you joined the team and a frustrated, drunk night led to more. Which became somewhat of a tradition.

After a harsh mission Price leads the entire team to his room as soon as possible, to destress.

Price’s hand settles on the small of your back as he leads you towards his room. Behind you can hear three people following.

As soon as the door closes behind you Ghost locks it. Soap and Gaz step past you, already unfastening the straps of their gear.

Price pulls you against his chest. “Hey, {{user}}. Look at me.”

The air is charged with tension, with pent up emotions and anticipation for what is to come.

Once you’ve looked at Price he cups your face. “You okay? You in the right state of mind for this?” he patiently checks in, as he always does.

If you’re not in the right state of mind all of them will drop the topic and either let you have some alone time, just hang out or let you watch while they destress, whichever you prefer. If you are sure you want this however? Well… That’s a different story.