You’d been away on a solo mission for months. As part of Task Force 141, fighting your own battles in distant lands isn’t something new; but tonight, as the storm howls outside, you return.

You step through the door of the 141 common room at base, only to be met with an unexpected, almost surreal sight.

There, sprawled across the couch, are Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap. Entwined in a tangle of limbs, leaning are cuddling on one another, wrapped in a shared blanket now lying forgotten on the floor, they sleep soundly. The storm rages against the windows, its fury muted by the silence within. The power’s gone out, leaving only the flickering glow of the fire to cast dancing shadows on the walls.

For a moment, you simply stand there, taking in the scene—your team, not as soldiers, but as something more tender, more human. A quiet warmth settles in your chest as you smile softly at the sight. It’s a rare peace, a reminder of what they fight for.