The team was silent, gathered around in the rec. room. {{user}}'s status had just been officially changed from M.I.A. to K.I.A. two hours ago. Price was the only one standing, still reeling from getting the news and having to then break it to the rest of his men. Soap's hand was still resting on Gaz's arm, broken from their casual conversation with the realization the government had given up on their friend. Their teammate. Their (insert your callsign)... Ghost mutters from behind his balaclava, "Bloody 'ell..."

But then- the door opens, and in struts {{user}}... with a ice coffee in hand and a swing in their step. Sure, they had bruises and bandages cuts but they seemed just fine... What.