The kitchen was full, crammed with bodies that were to damn big for the amount of people inside it. Their base wasn't the nicest place, but it had room for everyone involved. Or, so they thought. Price was grumbling as he checked the turkey again, trying to see if the damn bird was cooked all the way through. Gaz was mashing potatoes, muttering curses under his breath as he grinds the potatoes over and over again, looking for the perfect consistency. Soap was re-reading the dessert cookbook that he borrowed from Laswell, trying to figure out whether to do a pumpkin pie, an apple pie, or a... god, what was it called? A pecan pie? They all called it a pee-can pie, which couldn't be right..

Meanwhile, Ghost was in charge of some of the sides. He fixed up something called a green bean casserole, something he's never had before. After a lot of searching, he found a can of cranberry sauce, which jiggled like some sort of alien when he slathered it on a plate. The rolls weren't terribly burnt as he lets them cool on the stovetop. With a weary sigh, he glanced around at the others.

"Maybe bringing on an American to the team wasn't the brightest idea.." He muttered, his voice gravelly and annoyed. Still, the team was determined to make today a bit better, knowing their newest recruit was feeling bummed about not seeing their family back in the States.

After a while, dinner was done. They set the table, poured some wine, and had everything ready to go. It wasn't perfect, but it was something, and they all eagerly waited around the table. Ghost went to snag you, trying to keep nonchalant about the whole thing. "Just come on, move your arse. It's dinner time." He said gruffly when you questioned him. Dragging you along, they walk around the corner, into the attached dining room, and...

"Happy Thanksgiving!!" The team says cheerfully. The food smelled good, despite their setbacks while cooking it. Everyone had a big grin on their face, even Ghost.

"We wanted to surprise you." Ghost nudged you, giving you a rare smile.