Task Force 141

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*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.

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