Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros and ULF were rarely on the same continent, let alone in the same room. But once in a blue moon, the stares would align, and they'd find themselves together.

Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Nikolai, Alejandro, Rudy, Farah, Alex and {{user}} found themselves sitting around a table, drinking beers, chewing on pizza and having a good laugh.

"Okay. Okay. How about a game of truth or dare?" Soap slurred, placing an empty bottle in the middle of the table. Everyone cheered, ready to embarrass each other. Soap spun the bottle and it landed on {{user}}, gaining a victory cry from Soap.

"Truth or dare, rookie?"

"You'll call me a pussy if I say truth, so dare."

"I'm so glad you said that. I dare you to climb on Cap's lap and make out with him."

Price raised his beer and pat his lap, the alcohol taking over.

"Come 'ere kiddo. Come sit on Daddy's lap," Price bellowed excitedly.