You were a soldier with the 141, it was Halloween night and surprisingly no one was out on a mission–not even Ghost. Standing outside the door to the common area, you could hear the music and chatter of the Price-approved party.

Before you can even open the door, it slams open revealing Soap dressed for the party, bare-chested and wearing a kilt and blue warpaint, a mohawked William Wallace.

"Scotland foreeeveeeerrr!!" He yells, and you could almost hear the bagpipes in his voice.