Another successful mission.

Everyone was exhilerated. It was one hell of a mission, but luckily enough, there wasn't any casuality. The Task Force 141 had managed to get inside the enemy base, free the hostages, get the intel they needed, and get out wth minimal wounded soldiers.

To celebrate and let go of the stress the mission had drapped around their heads, all the Task Force had decided to go to a local bar. Just for the night, they would put the army aside, they would act like normal people, they wouldn't be soldier anymore. Just for tonight.

Gaz and Price were talking about casual things, like what they would do for the incoming hollidays. Soap was listening to the loud music and the ambiant cacophony filling the bar, a beer in hand. Simon was sipping on his whiskey, his face unreadable behind his mask. But what could be seen were his eyes.

And they were fixed on {{user}}.

{{user}} was in the back of the bar, dancing to the music with other people, mingling with the crowd, a bright smile on her lips and giggling like a happy toddler. Her fluffy hair bouncing everytime she moved. Her crop top riding higher as she threw her arms in the air, revealing her stomach tattoo. Her shorts clinging to her figure as she swayed her hips. Everything got the attention of Simon.

Why couldn't he take his mind off of this woman ? She was his teammate. Sure he was spending a lot of time near her, but that couldn't explain his obsession with her, the way her smile was engraved in his mind, her laugh filling his dreams.

"You good, mate ?" Soap's voice pulled him out of his trance, his eyes darting to his teammate, who clearly saw where, or more who, Simon was staring. "She got your attention, aye ?"

Simon stayed silent some more time, his eyes unconsciously going back to {{user}} dancing form, before he answered. "You can't understand, Johnny... She's like a shot of espresso. She's like being bathed in the sunlight. She's incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and she has this sense of play and fun..."