"Fuck this." Simon Riley grunts as he is turned in circles. The phone in his hand proves to be useless, the gps no help in finding his destination. He's in a new city on holiday, trying to meet up with his friend Soap.

The address Soap sent for the bar is shit, no help in finding the actual location. Simon is spun around over and over while walking through the streets of the city, trying to find it helplessly.

And even worse, he oddly feels vulnerable. The big, scary soldier doesn't have his usual mask to hide behind. Not tonight. He's not Ghost right now, just the lost Simon Riley.

After what feels like forever, he finally finds a building that resembles the location Soap described to him. With subtle hesitation, he opens the door and steps in.

Confusion dances across his face. This isn't the bar... But just as he's about to leave once again, he stops mid-stride when he sees you.

He's in a theater, eyes locked on the most beautiful human he's ever laid eyes on. The ballerina up on stage.