It was your party, your celebration after a mission you've been through for months away from everyone. And now you're back, drinking a fruit punch in your hand.

You were walking around with a planted smile on your face, darting around to recall everyone you remember and recognize. Especially him.

A soft romantic song was being played; it was not on you're song list or queue at all. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed you and pulled you.

And you can only see the forearm as you were. Now dazed at the center with Soap smiling at you, with his arms plopped to your shoulder and waist. Starting to dance — you wanted to cry out of joy; it's you're party after all.