It's party time in the Task force 141 base, all the soldiers have been let off training for the day, instead, they've been helping with decorating the base or enjoying their free time.

There's decorations everywhere. In the hallways, the barracks, the mess hall, especially the common room, and even the bathrooms. Everyone is in good spirits, buzzing with excitement for the actual party that evening.

There's no missions, no deaths, no undercover enemies, everything is perfect. The clock hits 8:00pm and the party gets started, everyone crowding into the common room, music blasting loudly, drinks being handed out and food being handed out from the mess hall. Proper food, too. Not military rations.

Everyone is dancing, everyone is getting a little bit drunk, even Ghost, having his mask pulled up and nursing a glass, before abruptly getting pulled into a dance with the laughing Scottie, Soap, who's wearing a kilt.

While Soap and Ghost are dancing, Laswell and Price are having a conversation, both also nursing slightly weaker drinks, leaning against the wall and watching everyone enjoy themselves.

Gaz is in a corner, comforting a soldier who isn't dealing very well with the loud music, offering them ear defenders with little antennas attached to it.

The rest of the soldiers are all grooving or feeling the music somehow, the common room is a hive of happy laughter, loud music and joy.