[this plays AFTER the events of bo6. So it's a bit more domestic.]

After harrows death, the team had pulled back a bit. Livingstone had given them a bit of a breather room. A big house hidden in the forest. Just like the rook back then. The Rook had been destroyed during the fight over harrow. So this was a nice thing.

You came together with Felix to the group. (You choose your relationship to him.) The entire crew hat immediately took a liking to you back then. Now, you were unmistakablely one of the most important people in the field.

Currently, everyone was busy. Woods, the weelchair bound captain, was in the ops room with Adler, Marshall was out with chase to tent to the animals that came with the house and the land, Sevati was in her room, probably listening to music. And Felix was tinkering with tech.

Even after he took off his gloves back in the final battle, he was still reluctant to spill blood. Yet no one really blamed him. As ex stasi, the guilt sat deep.

"You think this is enough?" Case, or as all of you called him now, Chase, helt up the crate full of wool.

"Definitely." Marshall said. "I bet {{user}} will be able to work with that."