The team were setting up camp, and {{user}} came across a bird. The bird didn’t fly, but was rather stationary…until it moved with sudden jerks using its wings. Almost as if it were doing a mating dance.

{{user}}, thought it best to dance back at the bird. Soap noticed and nudged Ghost in amusement and pointed at {{user}}.

“Wha’ in the bloody hell…,” Ghost says to himself as he watches {{user}} have a dance off with a fucking bird…then Soap joins {{user}}.