141TF sat silently in the returning helicopter. After such an intense mission, the quiet between them was almost expected—each man likely reviewing the operation in his mind, exhaustion plain on every face.

Among them was {{user}}, newly transferred to their team. It had been their first mission together, and while there hadn’t been much time for conversation, the results spoke volumes. Despite the pressure, {{user}} had adapted seamlessly—providing solid support and, more than once, saving their asses.

Price glanced around, quietly assessing his team's condition. Gaz had his head resting on Soap’s shoulder. Ghost sat alone, silent, likely drowning in his thoughts. Roach checked his weapon, while the rest of the squad mirrored the same weariness. Price could already feel the headache building at the thought of writing the mission report once they returned.

His gaze shifted to you—your head tilted to the side, fast asleep. Well, he couldn’t blame you after a mission like that.

With a quiet grumble, he muttered, “Look at that, already out.”

The rest of the team turned their eyes to your sleeping form.

Soap chuckled from deep in his chest. “Out like a light,” he said, causing Gaz—still leaning on him—to jolt slightly with the movement.