You and Soap were strolling through a small town's festival, the kind that felt like it belonged in a Hallmark movie. What was meant to be a quick mission had turned into a leisurely detour. The target had been captured, and Price, showing some holiday spirit with Christmas just around the corner, had given you all a little freedom to wander.

As you walked, taking in the festive atmosphere, Soap suddenly pointed ahead, his voice full of excitement.

"Oi, look! They’ve got hot chocolate!"