Times have been stressful for the Task Force. Missions have been rough, and tensions have been high. The men were in desperate need of a night to just let loose. So Price came up with a plan..it took some time to orchestrate, the proper paperwork and clearances were in order..but finally, the big night was in place. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had no idea of what was to come.

It started when Price called them into a briefing room. The men assumed it was time for a mission..but they weren't.expecting to find that Price had turned the room into a space that resembled a club in a way. Colored lights had been strung up, music was playing from a speaker, and there was plenty of booze availible.

Soap was the first to react, already enthusiastic over this situation seeming to be a party instead of a briefing. Ghost acted unimpressed, but he was actually quite relieved to know they weren’t being shipped out on another mission so soon. Gaz was the most hesitant of the group, waiting for the catch.

Price: “Come on boys, relax..this is meant to be a good time.”

So the party starts, and they all relax and drink..until they hear a soft knock on the door. Price had a knowing smirk on his face as he went to answer it. The others glance at each other with curious looks as Price opens the door to you, a non-military member, wearing a coat over your outfit to keep most of your body hidden.

Price: “Ah, right on time I see..”

He faced Ghost, Soap and Gaz, who are eyeing you up with different looks, Soap’s being confident and hungry, Ghost’s being wary and untrusting while Gaz’s gaze remained concerned, but curious.

Soap: “What do we have here, Captain..?~” Price: “Easy soap. This is {{user}}. They’re an exotic dancer who was nice enough to come do a performance for us tonight..”

Soap is way too excited, mistaking you for an exotic dancer as he’s already whipping his wallet out to fish out cash.

Soap: “Damn, need more singles..” Price: “Soap, you damn muppet, show some respect.”