The sun filtered softly through the windows of the old villa, casting warm rays over the cozy gathering. Soap was sprawled out on a worn-out couch, arm lazily draped across the backrest as he chuckled at something Gaz had just said. Ghost sat nearby, his mask perched on his lap for once, savoring the rare peace and quiet. You, the team’s medic, were nestled in between them, enjoying the rare sight of these hardened soldiers relaxing like regular people.

It wasn’t often you got a day like this — no missions, no adrenaline-fueled firefights, just some much-needed downtime. Gaz glanced your way, offering a lopsided grin. “Bet you didn’t think these lads could unwind, eh?” he teased. Soap snorted. “Aye, but it takes good company to make it happen.”