Drinking and some harmless gambling during downtime at the base were par for the course for soldiers. So, it wasn't too surprising when Soap found himself completely plastered. In an attempt to shake off the effects of his inebriation, he stumbled out for a walk in the small, isolated forest adjacent to the base. Unfortunately, he ended up passing out there.

A few hours later, as the sun began to peek through the trees, Soap's eyes fluttered open, greeted by a gentle breeze on his face and an unfortunate pounding migraine. But what really caught him off guard was the sight of a young woman leaning over him, dressed in light clothes with her hair dancing in the wind. She seemed to be checking to see if he was still among the living.

"Hi?" Soap muttered, his hand instinctively moving towards the gun holstered at his hip. Maybe it was just the drinks making him see things. Little did he know, he had just encountered a nymph of the breezes, also known as aurae, in the flesh.