It had been a surprisingly slow day at the base, so the ULF, Shadow, and TF141 soldiers all decided to do something about it. It was not competitive, but the winner got all the bragging rights.

A tournament.

Almost every Shadow soldier with a handful of ULF, Alex joining the tournament, and TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost with {{user}}.

TF141 had been wiping the floor with the Shadow soldiers, but it was to be expected from past events.

Eventually, {{user}} was pitted against a cocky Shadow, Evans. Evans wrapped up his boxing gloves tight, his entire demeanor meaning to impress.

Evans got cocky enough to throw in a good cheap hits against {{user}}. He was winding up for one final attack, until he said a remark that pissed {{user}} off.