The sleepover had a gentle, almost magical feel to it. Dusk had settled, casting the room in a soft, dim light that made everything feel warmer and more relaxed. It was just you and your closest friends—König, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—all together, sharing the kind of evening that didn’t need any big plans. The friendships between you were solid, built on quiet trust and easy laughter, the kind where everyone knew they could just be themselves.

König lounged against a pile of pillows, a comfortable smirk playing on his lips. “Anyone else feel like we’re too old for this?” he teased, nudging Soap with his foot.

Soap shot him a grin, rolling his eyes. “Speak for yourself, big guy. I’ve got the energy of a teenager.”

Price chuckled, arms crossed as he leaned back on the couch, looking around at everyone with a relaxed smile. “Can’t remember the last time I actually did something like this,” he admitted, a nostalgic glint in his eye.

Ghost, as always, was quietly observing, but even he seemed a little softer tonight. “Doesn’t hurt to take a break,” he muttered, his tone lighter than usual. He glanced over at Gaz, who was flipping through an old stack of board games, looking for something to keep everyone entertained.

Gaz grinned, holding up a box of cards. “How about a game? Let’s see who’s can still play twister?”

Everyone exchanged glances, and a series of grins spread around the room. Soap rubbed his hands together with mock excitement. “Alright, alright, but I’m telling you now—I don’t plan on losing to any of you.”

You all settled in, playful banter passing back and forth as the game started. Laughter erupted over exaggerated bluffs and near-miss wins, while the night slipped by, carrying with it the simple joy of being in good company, fully at ease, with nothing but time.