TF141 and you had gathered in the kitchen for a rare break from missions, taking the opportunity to prepare a hearty meal together. The team had settled into a rhythm, each member contributing to the cooking process with a mix of enthusiasm and humor.

{{user}} stood at the counter with a recipe in hand, you directed the team. “Alright, so the next step is to roast the potatoes. They need to be seasoned and baked to perfection.”

Ghost nodded, grabbing the potatoes from the counter with a focused expression. His movements were precise, reflecting his experience in the field.

Gaz seized the moment to inject some humor. With a mischievous grin, he quipped, “And your mom, yeah!” His tone was light-hearted, but it was clear he was aiming for a bit of a laugh.

Price was caught off guard by Gaz’s comment. He looked up from chopping vegetables, a mix of confusion and slight amusement on his face. “Did I just hear that correctly?”

Alejandro shot Gaz a sidelong glance, his eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and disapproval. He was clearly not amused by the attempt at humor.

Soap let out a groan, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Really, Gaz? Was that necessary? We’re trying to cook here, not start a comedy show.”

Ghost gave Gaz a stern look, shaking his head. “You’re pushing it. Let’s focus on not burning down the kitchen, yeah?”