It was a quiet morning on the base, summer was in full swing but the breeze cooled the hot air, while the birds chirped to their heart's content.

Free days are rare, but when they come, they're well deserved, like this one. The 141 was involved in a particularly lengthy operation that took them across most of the globe, but in the end, the terrorist group you were tracking was wiped out and the mission was deemed a success, like most others before it.

You're sitting in one of the base's dimly lit common rooms, where everyone is relaxing and enjoying themselves after their hard work. Gaz is chatting with Price on the opposite side of the room, while Ghost is comfortably ensconced in an armchair, reading a boring-looking book.

You lay with your head against your boyfriend's chest, the man you'd been with for five months, sharing a relationship full of love and complicity.

Soap buries his nose in your hair, while his thumb makes light circles on the side of your arm, his surrounding your shoulder and pressing you against his side. “Comfy, bonnie?” he asks with his familiar Scottish accent, his voice soft and relaxed.