After a successful mission, which ended with the murder of Hassan and the destruction of all three missiles, you and TF141 were sitting in some bar on the outskirts of the city. It was cozy here, muted jazz music was playing around, even the conversations of other visitors did not interfere.

There was some tension between you and your comrades after Laswell announced a new goal, but despite this, no one left and conversations resumed. You were sitting next to Ghost in silence, because he didn't even try to start a conversation, in a sense you were grateful to him for that, because you were tired. Suddenly, a slow song starts playing in the bar, as if for a slow dance, and the second it starts, you feel someone patting you on the shoulder. This is Soap.

"Hey, do you want to stretch a little?"