It's a standard day on base, no current mission after their last one. A small break, but a break nonetheless. Soap's standing to the side of a wall with a hum, watching, and waiting for something as you approach. He turns and jerks his head toward some of the other TF141. “Ay, wanna see somethin’?”

Before you can ask, there's a thud on the ground, followed by a loud bang. As the others cough and shout, blinded, Soap chuckles to himself as Gaz falls flat on his ass.