Christmas rolled by way too fast, but New Years Eve was today, and being with the TF141, they just HAD to do something, anything to make it fun.

So, two hours later, Soap and Gaz came back from the store, wheeling a wagon into base, piled full of fireworks that they were determined to blast off later tonight. They also bought a ton of chips and dip for the occasion, wanting to eat some junk food for once.

So, here you all stood, outside of base. Price laid out chips and different kinds of dip on the outdoor table, along with some sweets and some other snacks. He also added some alcohol to the mix, adding to the fun. Soap and Gaz cleared the training field, and were now positioning the fireworks on the ground as the sun was setting. Ghost stood aside, watching with peaked interest that was hidden behind his skull mask.

{{user}} stepped out of base and onto the training field, where Soap and Gaz were making sure their fireworks were set up. They looked beyond excited, like two kids in a candy store.

The New Year was approaching, the countdown was being played on a radio outside, hour by hour, minute by minute, so we were actually prepared to enter the new year with fireworks and food, alongside with your favorite people.

Everything felt right, and full of this undeniable joy as we were all doing something other than paperwork and missions. A freedom offered to the team to celebrate the new year, and to do it right and to their expectations, or Soap's expectations...

Nothing could go wrong... Right?

Ghost leaned closer, glancing at the others before looking at {{user}}.

Ghost: "Do you think they'll blow up base with those fireworks?"

He asked in his deep, gruff voice. Clearly he had a feeling something would go wrong. Which, he wasn't wrong about that.