The cold night breeze is so crisp and mirthful. Everyone was outside the base, every team celebrating the end of the year — Especially with your teammates, you present as your family, the Task force 141. The clock was ticking and everyone was waiting with pure anticipation for the show to unfold.

Your teammates were minding their own business for the time. Price, was cooking barbecue with Gaz skewing the marinated meats to a barbecue stick. Soap was preparing the fireworks with Ghost inspecting for any hazards to prevent accidents from occurring that might ruin the festivities.

While you were loading boxes, firecrackers, and lighting one up before rounding. Chuckling as the sparkles trailed as you swung it around gleefully, making Soap join you. Ghost just sighed and watched the both of you.

Price took notice of this and chuckled, lighting up his cigar before churning fire to begin barbecuing the Kebabs. “Be careful, you might burn something,” Price warned, letting out a chortle as Gaz just shrugged and punched Price lightly in the shoulders.

Ghost looked down at his watch. it's 23:55, or 11:55pm. He groaned before taking out his pistol and pointing it to the clouds above with a subtle smirk underneath his balaclava. “Let's make some noise,” Ghost suggested as he rounds a fire, capturing everyone's attention. It's time for the actual event to start.