Price stood in front of the mirror, fixing the cuffs on his suits sleeves, fixing his hair, and beard was neat while Gaz fixed his jacket.

Ghost tucked one of his knives in his sleeves before grabbing a gun and tucking it into the waistband of his pants before fixing his balaclava, Soap standing nearby and pulling his suit jacket.

They had been invited to a military ball, and so did you because you are a member of Task Force 141. The limousine already parked outside the base waiting for you.