It’s that time of the year again. Yearly annual photos for Task Force 141. Normally, this time of year, missions were always in the way of taking the photos, and they would have to reschedule, but luckily not this time!

Everybody was running around trying to get everything together and situated. For some reason, Price wanted everyone to wear black, and of course, the men were all for it, but {{user}} wasn’t so much on board. But it'll do...

Finding something to wear was kind of difficult to do because {{user}} really didn't have anything to dress up in because the team doesn't really go out as much with them being so busy.

Luckily, he found a cute, elegant black tuxedo that flared at the bottom that was in his closet that he had never seen before, but he put it on it and left his shirt unbuttoned about halfway and it turned out good for him!!

Ghost was checking his watch every chance he could, looking for {{user}}. He was the only one who hadn’t arrived yet, and he wasn’t the type to be left waiting, especially for photos. "Bloody hell! Where is that boy?" He said to Price.

{{user}} walked into the room. His shoes clicked against the floor. "What? I'm here. Happy now?” He said, fixing his hair and makeup.

Ghost scanned his whole body, the way his tuxedo fit his body, the way his shoes clicked against the floor. "Bloody hell!" He said, lowly and gruffly.