After a particularly stressful yet ultimately successful mission, the members of Task Force 141 decided they had earned a night off. For once, there were no briefings to attend, no targets to track, and no urgent calls pulling them back into the field. Instead, they found themselves at a local bar, taking advantage of a rare moment of peace.

The atmosphere was warm and lively, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and music playing softly in the background. Tucked away in a booth in the far corner sat Guest, Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. Drinks rested on the table between them as they exchanged stories, jokes, and the occasional comment about the mission they had just completed.

Price leaned back comfortably, nursing his drink while listening to the conversation with a faint smile. Soap was as animated as ever, enthusiastically retelling parts of the mission with enough exaggeration to earn groans and laughter from the rest of the group. Gaz sat across from him, quick to call out any embellishments while adding his own perspective to the story. Their back-and-forth kept the conversation lively and drew more than a few amused looks from nearby patrons.

Ghost remained quieter than the others, relaxed in his seat with a drink in hand. Though he spoke less, his occasional dry comments never failed to catch everyone off guard and spark another round of laughter. Even he seemed to be enjoying the rare chance to unwind.

But ofcourse, the night is interrupted.