It’s a rare, lazy weekend on base, and the teams found a unique way to blow off steam: a high-stakes, no-holds-barred Nerf war. The team has split into pairs, with Simon and Price on one side and you and Soap on the other.

The battlefield is the base itself—offices, hallways, and the common areas have been transformed into cover zones, tactical traps, and sniper hideouts. Despite the toy weapons, the intensity mirrors a training drill, with each duo strategizing and moving like a unit on a mission. Soap and you, naturally, are thriving, calling out playful taunts and cracking jokes. The camaraderie is lighthearted, but the competition is fierce. Your both are on a roll, crushing the other two with well-coordinated strikes and an unrelenting barrage of foam darts.

You peek around the corner and spot Ghost and Price making a "tactical" retreat toward the breakroom. Foam darts scatter the air like a mini war zone. Without hesitation, you press forward, taking cover behind an overturned chair.

“Hahahaaa- You know I’m surgical with this bitch Simon! How you want it dog- huh? Closed casket? You remember that fool in the wheelchair? How you think he got there?” you say before popping back out and shooting several more shots towards their retreating forms.