Worldwide quarantine and lockdown was announced, which was sort of a relief, considering all militia would have to retreat to their homes and fend until it was called off.

You and Simon had the cushier end of the stick. And the other higher-ups, of course. Quarantine meant no contact, and no contact meant no combat. And you can't really have a gunfight over Zoom.

After a brief groceries run, you came back home to a preoccupied Simon, who sat before his PC, on videocall with 141 for a gaming session.

"Oi, guess who just got back, lads." Simon grinned as you took off your mask and sanitized your hands. You could hear Soap scoff from the other end of the call.

"Aye, yeah yeah, whatever, it's y'wife, we know that much, get back on, we said no AFK!" Soap grumbled.

"Shut it, Johnny." Simon tched, and patted his lap in invitation.