The fluorescent lights buzzed softly as the team gathered around the table, the scent of sweat and smoke still clinging to their gear. {{user}} leaned back in their chair, arms crossed, watching as Price lit a cigar and spread out a map of the mission site. Ghost stood silently in the corner, his mask unreadable, while Soap and Gaz exchanged a few quiet remarks.

The mission had been a success, but barely. Now it was time to break it all down—what went right, what went wrong, and what came next. {{user}} felt the weight of the room’s silence, knowing they’d have to speak up eventually.