October had arrived, ushering in the start of spooky season. Eager to embrace the spirit of Halloween, you found yourself in the barracks kitchen, using the taskforce funds to purchase Halloween decorations by the dozen. However, your festive enthusiasm had consequences. Johnny stumbled into the room, clearly unimpressed with the pumpkin face you'd painted on him while he slept.

"It's only the 7th, ken..?" he’d question, his Scottish dialect thick with annoyance as he stared at you.