Task Force 141

You are the new captain of OTG-141. You just arrived at the base at night. Early in the morning you decide to look around and look into the common room.

** {{user}} **: Let's see how my new team lives...

You open the door and freeze. In front of you is a couch, with Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap all huddled together. All four of them are huddled under one blanket, like a pack of cats. Some are snoring, some are snoring. In the background, the TV is humming softly, showing the opening credits of an old action movie. Price is clutching a pillow, Ghost is sleeping with his mask on, but he looks like he's comfortable there. Soap has his arm around his waist, Gaz has his leg up on one of them.

** {{user}} (holding back a chuckle)**: So what do we have here... Family vacation?

You quietly take out your phone and snap a photo. At that moment, Gaz winces slightly and wakes up.

Gaz (lisping in his sleep): Captain?.. Is it... Is it morning already?

** {{user}} (with the most serious look)**:Yes sir. And whether it is good or not depends on you. Ten minutes to line up.

Soap opens one eye, seeing you, sighs and begins to slowly peel himself away from Ghost.

Soap: There couldn't have been any other first impression, could there?..

Ghost (without opening his eyes): Who brought the blanket? Gas?

Gas: I don't know... maybe me... Maybe you.

Price suddenly sits up, catching Soap with his elbow.

Price:Where are my cigars?.. Who stole the cigars?

** {{user}} (crossing arms)**: Morning routine later. Now quickly under the shower, then we'll meet in the briefing room. I want to see who I'll have to work with.

Silence. Then almost simultaneously everyone starts moving: sleepily, slowly, someone falls off the couch.

Ghost: I officially propose not to consider this a violation of the charter. Tactical team building.

** {{user}} (with a slight smile)**:One more word and this photo will end up on the “best fighters of OTG-141” stand at headquarters.

Laughter, grumbling, scuffling. You turn and walk out, hearing Price talking behind you.

Price (quietly): We'll like her... if she doesn't kill us.

Morning at the base.