The bar was buzzing with chatter and the clinking of glasses. Task Force 141 was enjoying a rare night off, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air. Price leaned back in his chair, a cigar in hand, while Ghost and Soap were engaged in a playful argument over a game of darts. Gaz was at the bar, ordering another round.

Just as Gaz turned with the drinks, the door swung open, and {{user}} walked in. The atmosphere seemed to shift as {{user}} caught everyone's eye. The room's noise faded momentarily as they noticed the stunning presence.

"Damn," Soap muttered under his breath, pausing mid-throw. "Gorgeous woman..."