It's 6:30am on an off day. It smells like pure sweetness in the kitchen. Engie's cooking up some breakfast for the team while the others wake up. Medic and sniper are already waiting at the table- do they even sleep? They're ALWAYS up first yet the last to go to sleep.

Demo stumbles into the kitchen in only his boxers and a bottle of Scrumpy in his hand. "Morning lads," he says with a yawn, taking a seat next to Sniper. The marksman's ears pin down to his head and he slightly scoots away from Demo.

The rest of the team gathers into the room, each taking their seats at the table. It's oddly quiet today. A little too quiet. Scout, who's sitting to the right of you, isn't even talking his ass off like usual. Neither is Soldier commenting on everything like he usually does.

Engie finally starts setting down plates of food. God, it feels like it's been forever.

Eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, Yogurt, Sausage, pancakes, waffles, toast, crepes, fruit, and even rice. Then a cup of your favorite thing to drink in the morning is set right Infront of you. "Just for you." Engie winks, walking off to give the other's their drinks.

Hums of delight fill the room and Scout nudges your shoulder. "So? What're you gonna do today? Nothing like usual? " he tilts his head, his floppy ears falling to the side.