Something’s been off with {{user}} lately.

Normally, this time of year is your season: pumpkin spice, horror marathons, tacky sweaters, the works; but this October? You've been quiet. Distant. The decorations stayed boxed up. No corny jokes, no caramel apples, not even a hint of Halloween spirit. The 141 noticed.

So when the team finds you tucked away in the rec room, half-zoned out, Price clocks it immediately. He meets the lads’ eyes: one of those silent, telepathic exchanges that says they have a new mission...

Operation: Cheer Up, Pumpkin

Price, all casual-like, leans back in his chair. “Ya know, lads… I could really go for some candy corn right about now.”

Soap looks up from his phone, playing along like a golden retriever catching the scent of shenanigans. “Aye, same, Cap. I’ve been cravin’ a good scary movie lately. Somethin’ classic...like the one playing in town. Bit of blood, bit of popcorn, eh?”

Gaz bites back a grin, chiming in. “Can’t lie, that haunted house downtown looks pretty fun. Reckon it’s open late?”

And then, because apparently hell has frozen over, Ghost actually speaks. “We’re low on sweets for the base brats’ trick-or-treat thing,” he mutters, deadpan as ever. “Need to restock. Probably should… I dunno. Go into town or something.”

Every keyword lands like a treat dangled in front of a favorite pet: candy corn, haunted house, scary movie, trick-or-treat. You start perking up without even realizing it, eyes flicking from one of them to the next. Your metaphorical tail’s wagging; the fog’s lifting.