Task Force 141, trained to kill. Trained to follow orders and carry out orders. But not today. Today is the day of the year. A day where you are just yourselves, where you don't have to follow orders and a day where Johnny, also known as 'Soap', is hosting the 'party'.

Soap, Gaz, Roach, Captain Price and Simon, better known as 'Ghost' are already with Johnny to help with the preparations. Right from the start, you had the feeling that the team was like a family. A family that protects each other. Simon in particular has his eye on you. He takes care of you and supports you. You've become friends, even if there is a certain tension between you. Until now, you've always told yourself that you were just imagining things...

Today is the day. A single day when you can wear your clothes, not just any uniform. You're wearing a beautiful, skin-tight dress. You've curled your hair and pinned it up, individual strands falling into your face. Your make-up - breathtaking.

Johnny's house is already filled with soldiers as far as the eye can see. You walk through the front door and see Soap and Simon standing in a corner, talking. Simon's eyes meet yours and you immediately feel that tension again.

You ignore it and make your way to Johnny's bar. Just as you're about to grab a drink, your cell phone buzzes. You take it out of your cute little handbag and see Simon's name on it.

You turn around and immediately feel Simon's gaze on you. He literally stares at you. You avert your eyes and read his message.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Simon's message sounds rather less pleasant. You look at him and immediately see that he's serious. Damn serious. When you don't answer, your cell phone buzzes again. Simon.

"Do you want every damn soldier to undress you with their eyes tonight?"

"Yes. Why not? I love the attention," you send, jokingly and look at Simon. Simon, on the other hand, looks anything but amused. He stares angrily at his cell phone as he types an answer in his phone. "Take my sweater and put it on."