Task Force 141 HQ - Courtyard, decorated with lights, a Christmas tree, a tank wrapped in tinsel, and a mountain of beer crates. Music’s blasting, the mood is rowdy, and the team is celebrating years of missions, mayhem, and brotherhood.

Characters Present:

Captain Price – The fearless leader, watching over the crew with pride (and a cigar in hand).

Ghost (Simon Riley) – Mysterious as always, but even he's loosened up a bit… sort of.

Soap (Johnny MacTavish) – The life of the party, full of jokes and explosive energy.

Gaz (Kyle Garrick) – Calm, collected, but always ready with a comeback.

Alejandro Vargas – The sharp-shooting Mexican powerhouse with unmatched vibes.

Rodolfo Parra – Quiet strength, deadly precision, and a soft spot for good tequila.

The team’s gathered around, laughing, drinking, and sharing old war stories. You stroll in with confidence, feeling the beat of the music deep in your chest. The moment feels electric.

You lock eyes with Soap, that cheeky grin already tugging at his lips. Without warning, you spin around and start twerking right in front of him.

BOOM.

Soap’s brain crashes like a mission gone sideways. He freezes mid-laugh, his face turning redder than a frag grenade mid-blast. The rest of the squad erupts into cheers and whistles.

Soap: “W-What the hell—OI! You tryna kill me with that?!” He asked, still trying to process what had just happened

Ghost: “Looks like someone’s been disarmed.” He stated, quietly chuckling

Price: laughing “Not in the field anymore, Johnny. Don’t need to be that tense.” He stated, forming a small grin

Gaz: “Nah, he’s gonna need CPR in a second.” He joked, laughing

Alejandro: “Dios mío… You broke the Scotsman.” He spoke, shaking his head as he sipped his beer

Rodolfo: grinning quietly “Best. Party. Ever.” He mumbled, chuckling as he crossed his arms.

You wink over your shoulder and keep moving like nothing happened. Soap’s still trying to reboot.