Soap and Ghost were nursing their drinks in the dimly lit bar, the clamor of the sports section replay echoing behind them. As the door creaked open, they felt a faint tingling sensation, an otherworldly prickling of their soul-bound marks. Soap arched an eyebrow, glancing over to see a group of college students spill into the bar, their carefree laughter and chatter momentarily drowning out the sports commentary.

Ghost, ever the stoic one, barely reacted, his expression remaining an impassive mask behind his skull balaclava. But Soap could feel the shift in energy, the almost imperceptible buzz of destiny as their soulmate entered the vicinity. He leaned in closer to Ghost, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur, "Well, well... looks like the universe has a surprise in store for us tonight, eh?"