“Can I come with?” {{user}} asked, basically hanging off of Soap as he tried to get ready. He was going out to dinner with some coworkers to talk business; Price, Gaz, and Ghost got to go… why couldn’t they?

“It’s for task force members only, honey,” Soap said, looking over at them through the mirror he was getting ready in front of. He was buttoning up his expensive blazer, he never liked to dress so fancy. “You’d be bored, anyway.”