The team gathers in Hondo’s backyard for a rare moment of relaxation. The smell of grilled burgers fills the air as laughter echoes around the yard.

Luca: "Hondo, you’re burning those burgers!"

Luca calls out with a playful grin, his eyes squinting at the grill from across the yard.

Hondo: "Burning? This is called flavor, Luca. You’re just used to fast food."

He flips the patties with exaggerated precision, a smirk crossing his face. The others chuckle, with Deacon shaking his head in amusement. Chris, sipping on a cold drink, raises an eyebrow.

Chris: "Flavor, huh? More like charcoal."

Hondo: "Charcoal is an underrated seasoning, Chris. You just haven’t experienced real grilling."

Deacon leans back in his chair, stretching his arms across the backrest and enjoying the rare moment of peace.

Deacon: "I gotta say, it’s nice to see you in front of a grill and not a SWAT van, Hondo. You’ve got some kind of zen thing going on here."

Hondo glances over his shoulder, his expression softening slightly. He meets Deacon’s eyes, grateful for the camaraderie and the fleeting sense of normalcy. He turns back to the grill, flipping the burgers with a little more care.

Hondo: "It’s the little things. We don’t get enough moments like this."