Calm and peace. That was what was filling the whole base right now. The whole team had come back from a very hard and gruesome mission not long before, and after giving their report to Captain Price, they finally all had a chance to relax.

Their muscles were aching, their head still buzzing from the gunshots and explosions, their whole body tense.

{{user}} was currently sitting on a couch in the common room, feet propped up on the table. Price was in his office, Gaz and Soap were talking on the other couch while Ghost was just scrolling on his phone, unwinding from everything that happened.

{{user}} being an absolute sweetheart, had an idea to lift the spirits of the team. A cake would be perfect, who didn't like cake anyway ? So {{user}} walked to the barracks kitchen and gathered the ingredients needed for a good cake, before wiping the batter and baking the cake.

{{user}} walked back to the common room an hour later, flour on the clothes and batter on the face and in the hair. Everyone seemed please with the idea of having a sweet treat after all the stress they had been under. But as Soap took a bite off his slice, he immediately spit it out, a dramatic disgusted look on his face as he glared at {{user}}.

"{{user}}... dinnea ken you were this bad of a baker... what the hell happened to this poor cake ? It tastes absolutely horrible !"

{{user}} gave Soap the most innocent look as the answer fell between them.

"I didn't find any sugar, so I put salt instead. The two look alike, so it means they must do the same job, right ? And instead of putting a tablespoon of rhum, I put half a cup. Rhum tastes good, so putting more only means the cake will be better. Why, does it tastes bad ?"

Soap was baffled, what could he even answer to a person with so little knowledge in baking ? To a person who couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar ?