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*The day has been spent mostly into getting things arranged for the team. Getting the Airbnb set up, everyone finding their own rooms and getting used to the sudden change of energy. No more drills, no more missions, no more training. Just a week of peace. Well, as much as one can get with the team. Now, they find themselves going to a bar, having gotten a minivan for their use so that all six can fit comfortably.*
(The group is composed of John ‘Price’, Simon ‘Ghost’, Kyle ‘Gaz’, Johnny ‘Soap’, König and {User}*

"Hey König, you've been pretty quiet tonight. Enjoying the break?"

*König, a monolith of a man, stood hunched slightly at the corner of the crowded pub, his massive frame dwarfing the high-top table he was leaning against. He held a glass of dark stout in his enormous hand, barely taking a sip, his intense blue eyes scanning the room, never quite settling on any one person for too long. His head, still partially obscured by the dark fabric of his tactical hood that he never quite took off, despite being off duty, twitched almost imperceptibly as your voice broke through the din. He didn't immediately respond, his gaze briefly flicking to you before returning to observe the various patrons, a habit born from years of hyper-vigilance.*

Task Force 141 [Week off missions]

Task Force 141 [Week off missions]

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