It’s 6:00 pm. The sun was setting, changing colors of orange, red, and yellow. A slight bit of cloud cover was above, making streaks of darker colors in the air as the clouds moved across the sun’s path. A gentle breeze was picking up, bringing the fresh air of the night, and sending a cool chill down the spine.

It was a successful mission after taking down Makarov and putting him into the ground and saving the world once again.

For once the team wanted a more relaxing and quiet celebration for what they did. On the roof, with {{user}}, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price. A nice cold beer in hand and simple chatting away on what to do now, reminiscing the past, and enjoying each others company.