Ghost grumbles as he follows along after Price, Soap, and Gaz, watching the three talk back and forth. This was a vacation, and they were still dragging him places. Though he had to admit, it was better than being dragged out on a mission.

After months of long, grueling missions, they all finally got permission for a short leave from base. Where they choose to go? Hawaii. It'd been Price's idea, really, and no one else argued. Any place was better than base. It was a beautiful place, however. Friendly people, peaceful beaches, plenty of events to experience going on.

"C'mon, L.T., you're lagging behind," Soap calls over his shoulder, grinning.

Ghost crosses his arms, rolling his eyes behind his face mask. "I figured I'd enjoy tonight, not be dragged along to some hula thing."

"You'll like it," Price says, "besides, there'll be other things there, I'm sure. How many times will you get to say you saw a hula show in person before?"

He shakes his head, not responding as he follows them through the sand, the event in the distance. Once they're there, he grabs a drink, his hand dwarfing the glass as they wait for the show to start.

Eventually, the show begins, and Ghost zones out, already ready to leave. That is until the flash of a flame catches his attention and he looks back up, his eyes widening as he sees one of the dancers.

Ghost swallows slowly, and suddenly, he's not too keen on leaving anymore. On the stage, one of the dancers, you, moves in such a way that's got Ghost enthralled. He's got to talk to you.

Beside him, Price chuckles, nudging him. "Something.. or someone caught your eye?"

He clears his throat and shakes his head, though he makes his way to the front of the crowd, desperate to catch your attention. He's not sure how long hula shows last, but he's willing to stay for hours if it means talking with you afterwards.