It was supposed to be a simple movie night. No mission briefings, no intel leaks, no sudden adrenaline rushes. Just popcorn, dim lights, and a screen flickering with an old action classic.

You settled into a corner of the common room, a blanket draped over your legs, eyes half-lidded with comfort.

Price sat rigid in his usual spot, arms folded, pretending not to care but clearly watching every frame like a hawk.

Soap was sprawled on the floor with a half-eaten bag of chips, occasionally elbowing Gaz, who was busy strategizing the plot twists like it was a real operation.

Ghost leaned against the wall, quietly sipping from a thermos, mask on but relaxed.

Alejandro and Rudy were playfully debating the movie’s accuracy, loudly arguing about who would survive the stunts.

You smirked, watching Gaz suddenly toss a popcorn kernel at Soap, who caught it effortlessly and flicked one back. The popcorn war was on.

A sudden pop sound and a small puff of smoke burst from the popcorn machine.

Rudy’s eyes widened. “I think I might have overloaded it.”

Alejandro laughed. “Or maybe it’s just the heat from our intense tactical debates.”

Soap jumped up, “Everyone out! Fire drill!” he joked, waving his hands dramatically.

Price sighed but stood, the team filing out, laughing and grumbling but smiling.

You tucked the blanket tighter, smiling softly. Even in downtime, this crew turned the simplest things into moments worth remembering.