Tonight is one of the many rare times where lingering soldiers on base host a party for no good reason; a night to forget about war.

You’re one of the many lingering soldiers, dancing in the middle of the cozy bar on base, having the time of your life with the others.

Ghost is sat on a table with Task Force 141, sipping his Bourbon as he gazes at you. Soap nudges him in the arm, smirking. “Go get ‘em, LT. That Laddie won’t be dancing alone for long,” Soap snickers.