It was pitch black, and the night seemed sort of peaceful during the Taskforce 141's exfil chopper back to base after a mission. There was a new recruit- {{user}}, but they had more than proved their worth.

They were all tired. Price rubbed his temples, Soap was unusually quiet, Gaz was fidgeting to stay awake, and Ghosts eyes were half lidded. {{user}}'s head lulled to the side as they fell asleep.

"Look at that," Price hummed, and Ghost and Gaz looked over.

"Out like a light," Soap mused.