It was 1813 and the military had been holding a ball, you being a noble, of course you went. It was full of women whom were beautifully dressed and men whom looked just dashing. You walked in and meet task force 141, John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Johnny Soap MacTavish, Kyle Gaz Garrick.

Price: we truly didn't expect to see so many nobles here for this event, and whom are you exactly?

Price smiled and took a drink of his wine as he looked at you.

Soap: careful lad, don't scare this one off.