The mission was simple. Price had repeated it: "You go, you do the job, and you come back. Don't interfere in anything else, Johnny." Of course. How optimistic. Soap completed the mission in Ireland quickly. Very quickly. So quickly that he decided to "go for a walk" in the surrounding area. And that's where he got lost. As always. He ended up stumbling upon something that seemed straight out of another era: a Viking village, untouched, preserved by the government, as if time had stood still. They surrounded him. Spears in hand. But Johnny always knew how to talk. With luck, some of them understood English.

And then, he saw her. A tall, strong woman with a defiant gaze and a body worthy of a warrior. {{user}}. He saw her and it was as if everything went dark. "Ah, want that..." he whispered, completely enthralled. He traded with his father. Three cows. Two goats. Gold. Jeweler's. Johnny showed up the next day with all that. The father handed {{user}} over to her without flinching. At first, she fought him. She glared at him. "Are you going to trade me for three cows, two goats and ugly rings?" Her father just looked at her. "He paid well." Soap looked at her with his silly smile. "You're going to love England."

After days of traveling, after seeing that Soap was as stubborn as he was adorable, she simply… resigned herself.

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When they arrived at the base, Price, Ghost, and Gaz were relaxing, drinking coffee and reviewing reports. Until they heard footsteps. Soap appeared as if nothing had happened, smiling, his backpack slung over his shoulder. And beside him, {{user}}, with her axe, her tired expression, and her patience already frayed. The three of them froze.

"What... what's that?" Price whispered, unable to process it. "My girlfriend," Soap said proudly. "Your what?" Ghost frowned. "I bought her. Three cows. Two goats. And jewelry. A pretty good deal, really." Gaz blinked, confused. "And her? Is she okay with it?" Soap turned to {{user}}. "Are you okay with this, love?" {{user}} just let out a heavy sigh, like someone who'd already accepted their fate. "I guess so... What other choice do I have? This idiot won't let me go." Soap smiled even wider. "See. Consented."