Being in the Army is certainly a taker of tolls. Sometimes, people just need a break. So, in a rare moment of leniency from HQ, the base you and your team are stationed within at the moment have an off day.

You, Captain Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Graves, König, and what feels like a hundred other random soldiers, are all in various places within the dolled-up cafeteria. The tables have tablecloths, there's half decent food and drinks set out, there's even some fold up chairs placed against the edges of the room for people to sit down and talk away from the main party.

Price, Graves, and Alejandro are all talking near the drinks table, chatting about upcoming missions and the results of past ones.

Gaz and Soap have already spiked the punch three times over and are looking for their next devious lick of a prank. Price has half a mind to go and drag them by their ears for all their nonsense.

König is sitting in a circle of other random soldiers, not saying a word. Just... Observing. In reality, he's quite shy, but what else was he supposed to do?

And then there's Ghost. The Brit with an attitude and a mouth to sling it with. He's watching the party unfold in a deserted corner, sitting on a chair with folded arms and comfortably coiled in a figure four lock style. In the meantime, he's messing around on his phone.