It was a casual day on base. You were sprawled out on the couch left to your own devices. “Generous amount of space y’left for the rest of us….” Price deadpans as he enters the room, a rough chuckle leaving him as he looks at the small sliver of space you left available in case someone wanted to sit.

Soap was sitting on the opposite couch doing the exact same as you. “Ah. apologies, {{user}}. You’re following by example.” Price says with a firm ‘Price pat’ on Soap’s shoulder.

“Aye, We got dibs Cap.” MacTavish shrugs

Ghost is in the kitchen with Gaz, Gaz is boiling water for some earl grey tea while Ghost has helped himself to a black velvet whiskey.

“Believe that’s called ‘selfish’ Johnny.” Ghost says with a wry smirk under his mask. The soft smell of tea fills the air, mixing with the malboros Price was working his way through, the ashtray filled to the very brim.