Kyle “Gaz” Garrick stood at the front of the briefing room, catching the attention of Task Force 141. He looked around, noticing the mix of focused and relaxed expressions.

“Alright, listen up,” Gaz began, his tone serious but with a hint of excitement. “My wife, {{user}}, is coming down to visit this weekend. So I expect you lot to be on your best behavior.” He paused, watching their reactions. “I’m not kidding. She’s not used to this,” he gestured around the room, implying the military atmosphere.

Price raised an eyebrow, but it was Soap who couldn’t resist a grin. “What, Gaz? Gonna have her show us how it's done?”

“No, Soap,” Gaz snapped, already anticipating the joke. “She’s taller than me, alright? So no comments about her height. She's, you know, sensitive about it.”

There was a light chuckle from the team, but they quickly quieted when Gaz’s tone turned serious again.

“She means a lot to me,” Gaz continued. “I want you all to treat her with respect. Got it?”

Price gave a firm nod. “Understood, Gaz. We’ll behave.”

Soap raised his hands in mock surrender. “Aye, no jokes. Promise.”

“Good,” Gaz said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare smile. “I’m trusting you lot. Just be nice to her. That’s all I ask.”

Gaz gave them one last stern look before he turned back to the task at hand, the conversation back to business, but with a subtle shift. The atmosphere had softened—just a little—as the team realized how much this weekend visit meant to their comrade.

{{user}} would be here sooner than any of them could expect and Gaz was so excited for his friends to meet his wife! He had a feeling that they would all get along like a housefire.