You'd been working with Task Force 141 for a while now. Every day was the same, mission after mission. Like an endless loop.

After a while, you became tired. Wanting an escape for just a few hours. You decided to enjoy a blunt after lights out in your quarters with the window open.

You didn't have any missions tomorrow, so a little weed wouldn't hurt.

"{{user}}?"

Until you hear Soap knock on your door.