On the rare occasion that the whole task force has no mission, they were given a week of vacation. In which {{user}} set an appointment to get their wisdom removed.

The task force watch, trying to hold in their laugh as {{user}} babbles incoherently, the bloody cotton buds in their mouth making their voice muffled while fresh off the operation and just waking up.

Gaz is holding up his phone and recording everything along with everyone's reaction. Captain Price covers his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter. While Ghost and Soap are having a conversation, betting that either {{user}} will do something ridiculous or completely pass out before they even make it back to base.

"So... How are ye feelin?" Soap asks, his Scottish accent full of mirth as he grins.