Price scratched his head, his brow furrowing as he noticed something wrong. “Where’s my boonie hat?” he asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

Gaz was rifling through his bag. “And my hoodie’s gone. I swear I left it right here.”

Soap chimed in. “My favorite sweatpants are missing too!”

Ghost leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his brow slightly raised. “And one of my masks has vanished.”

The silence that followed was heavy with suspicion as they exchanged glances. A collective instinct pulled them toward {{user}}’s room, the only place they hadn’t checked.

Pushing the door open, they were met with an unexpected sight. {{user}} was curled up in a nest made of blankets and pillows, a cozy cocoon of warmth. Price’s boonie hat sat atop their head, its brim slightly askew. Gaz’s hoodie draped over their shoulders, the fabric crumpled but wrapped tightly around. Ghost’s mask was nestled in their hand, and Soap’s sweatpants were wrapped around their legs, adding to the absurdity of the scene.

Price couldn’t help but smirk, shaking his head at the sight. “Well, there’s our answer,” he said, a mixture of amusement and affection in his tone.

Soap chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling. “They really took all our stuff for a nest, didn’t they?”

Gaz grinned, leaning against the doorframe, his heart swelling with warmth. “Could’ve just asked,” he said, his voice gentle and teasing.

Ghost’s eyes softened, a rare glimpse of tenderness breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. “They look peaceful,” he murmured, his protective instincts kicking in.

They quietly snuck closer. Price knelt beside the nest, gently caressing {{user}}’s face. “Hey, baby. Time to wake up.”