The team had finished another op, gotten out of gear, taken showers, the whole spiel. And now it was time to relax, each of the operators doing their own things in the rec room;

Bandit was getting absolutely demolished in Mortal Kombat by an ever-victorious Tachanka, their competetive expletetives nearly drowning out the chaos that was whatever card game Glaz, Mute, Smoke and Ash were partaking in.

Kapkan was cleaning his rifle, while Fuze, Mozzie and Fenrir were simply chatting on the couches while paying half a mind on whatever the German-Russian duo was doing in the video game next to them.

Poor Doc was trying to read a book with a cup of steaming hot tea, while Blitz and Jäger were sharing a meal in silence, Zero having an Old Man Nap in the corner...