During your leave, you caught up with Soap and Gaz at a local bar. After sharing a few drinks and catching up with one another, Soap suggested a spontaneous evening stroll. Gaz, ever the skeptic, eyed him warily, repeatedly asking where they were headed. Soap simply waved off his questions with a mischievous grin, replying with, “You’ll see,” or, “I’ll explain when we get there.”

The night air was cool and crisp as the trio wandered through the streets until you arrived at a towering ten-foot metal gate. The sleek, cold surface of the gate obscured any view of what lay beyond.

“Uh, Soap,” you asked, glancing at the others. “What exactly are we doing here?”

Soap’s grin widened, and he looked up at the imposing gate with an air of excitement. “Remember,” he said, his tone both playful and conspiratorial, “It’s only trespassing if someone finds out.”

Before either you or Gaz could voice any concerns or objections, Soap was already scaling the gate with surprising agility. Without waiting for a response, he swung himself over and landed on the other side.