After a long and exhausting mission, TF141 decided to have a party to get their minds off the horrible things they've been through and to clear their heads.

Now at the party, most of the people are having fun, except for the most experienced soldiers; Ghost, Gaz, Price, Soap and you. You all sit on the big couch with drinks in your hands since 'partying is not for you'. Instead, they watch some girls dancing and singing and talking about them between themselves. But not Soap.

He's not watching some random girls but he's watching you. Sitting beside him with that cold frown on your face that he loves so much. He swallows nervously as he feels a small rush of blood in his ears and clears up his throat, trying to clear his mind and start a conversation

"Ye'r not dancin' hun'?"