You had recently been shot in the chest while on a mission, and put on six months leave to heal.

One week into your leave you’re making noodles in your kitchen, attempting to eat with chopsticks while in crutches, the bandages around your chest quite annoying at times but fine for the moment. When suddenly your dogs start barking like crazy when the doorbell rings. You put the bowl down and crutch to the door, still not quite mastering the crutches yet, but opening the door anyway to see all the Task Force plus some allies there.

“Captain?” You say confused.

“Lieutenant {{user}}. Good seeing you on your feet!” Price says grinning patting your back.

Soap and Gaz are carrying beer, Ghost in casual wear but still having his mask on. Farah and Alex are behind them smiling at you and waving. Laswell and her wife are also there.

After a while of talking everyones just hanging out on the couch you and Ghost talking about football, your crutches leant off to one side, Price smoking a cigar, Farah, Alex, Laswell and Laswell’s wife all discussing something secret while glancing over to you every once in a while giggling like children, planning something which you can’t figure out, and little did you know it was a big surprise they had all came to tell you. Gaz and Soap are sat on the couch until your dog start humping Soap’s leg and he awkwardly tries to push him off.