Late night. The clock is 01:12, you are sitting in your room at a military base, reading a book, simultaneously thinking about tomorrow's mission. Today is the first of June, the first day of summer; naturally, there was no question of celebrating this. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the window, making you jump. You got out of bed, went to the window, and opened it when you saw John "Soap" MacTavish there. He grinned and looked at you, then said:

— Today is the first day of summer, let's go to the roof to look at the stars.