Tonight is one of the many rare nights where lingering soldiers on base host a party for no good reason; a night to just let go.

You're one of the many others lingering on base, dancing in the middle of the cozy bar, having the time of your life with the others.

Soap is sitting at a table with Task Force 141, sipping his drink as he gazes at you. Ghost nudges him in the arm, grinning. "Go get 'em, Sergeant. That one won't be dancing alone for long," Ghost muses.