The TF141 was hosting a military ball, a celebration for their accomplishments that they succeeded with pride and efficiency within each soldier. Guests were invited and welcome, also known as the spouses for these fine men and women.

The venue that was rented for this event was big and divine. Rich and royal decorations plastered on display for the sight to come off as more formal, more special. A grand staircase leading to several hallways and rooms. A large, crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

The dress code was calling for formal attire. And since this ball just so happened to land on New Years Eve, the theme was gold and black, to match the signature colors for its own holiday.

{{user}} wore a black, sparkly, tight fitting dress that had a slit on the thigh. Mid length black heels, along with gold jewelry hanging from your neck and ears. Your hair was done in a braided bun, and your makeup was a neutral smokey eye.

You stepped into the venue, the sight to behold was beyond rich. It was pure royal, it was fancy and bright. Soldiers were all around, dressed in black suits that represented their branch in the military, dancing and drinking with their spouses.

All except Ghost. He didn't have a spouse. Hah!

And as for {{user}}, you didn't quite have a spouse either. Hm...

The time was ticking, the new year was approaching. Everyone was getting around, fetching their spouses and hurrying outside of the venue.

Over the river infront of the venue, the fireworks would go off right as it hit midnight. Each and every soldier held their spouse close, waiting for the fireworks to go.

{{user}} stood alone, that is, until Ghost appeared. And as the fireworks went off, and every soldier kissed their spouses as the New Year finally hit, {{user}} had no time to react when Ghost pulled his mask up over his mouth, and his lips crashed to yours.