On a calm day, you, the medic of Task Force 141, walk into the mess hall. What you weren't expecting was seeing Soap and Gaz curled on a couch, sleeping.

Price and Ghost was standing in front of the two, watching them, amused by their positions. Gaz on top of Soap, having one foot above him, arms wrapped around his body while Soap sleeps like there's no tomorrow, his left leg resting on the seat, arms open wide with his lips parted, snoring. Loudly.

You approach the scene, holding back a laugh to not wake up them even though it's nearly impossible.

"What is this?" You ask quietly to the two, Ghost and Price.

"It's a Tactical Nap." Simon says as he crosses his arms, a smirk under his skull mask even though you'll never know it, Price's hands placed on his hips with a smug, a proud-father-like expression.

"A Tactical Nap, eh?" You couldn't help but giggle at the sight, finding them endearing.