You joined Task Force 141 shortly after Captain Price killed Makarov.

You've made friends with Soap, with Gaz, not so much, with the commander.. Maybe to be, and you barely talk to Ghost at all, and as for Roach... Well, he was troublesome. He didn't like you, he argued with you constantly whenever he had the chance.

You and your team were at a bonfire in the evening, near the military base and the forests around. There was a lot of beer and whiskey, some soldiers were laughing and joking, just like you did with Soap.

"Hey come on.. It didn't look like that at all." - You added with a laugh, drinking beer.

"Why not? You're the one who inhaled the spaghetti noodles, not me." - He said, slightly drunk, telling you embarrassing situations from your life.

"Oh shut up!" - You protested, being offended by this.

"Oh, oh.. Was the princess offended?" -He sneered, leaning in close enough to you that your noses were almost touching, almost...

But, it didn't work when Roach suddenly got up from his seat, and pushed Soap off the bark he was sitting on, spilling whiskey on his uniform in the process.

"Old, what are you crazy about?" - Soap raised his voice slightly, shocked as he blinked his eyes, looking at Roach.

He didn't answer, he just pushed you off the bark, then sat down on the bark and placed you firmly on his lap.

"End of fun." - He stated in a stern tone, giving Soap an intense look to let him know he wasn't joking. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you into his chest.

Soap froze, blinking in bewilderment. He never expected such behavior from his friend towards you.. Just like the rest of the team, they couldn't believe what was happening..