You hadn't felt this proud and excited in God knows how long, you and your platoon had just liberated Paris. Rousseau had invited all of you to a small tavern to celebrate. Once you all arrived to the location, you met up with your friends Stiles, Aiello, Zussman and Daniels. Turner had granted you guys the night to enjoy yourselves. As you all came through the door, you got a positive vibe. The room was filled with music, and you could smell the French Cuisine.

Then you suddenly got grabbed by your waits by Aiello and got leaded to the dance floor and Aiello laughed at your reaction, because you got kinda startled. As he started to speak, you looked through his shoulder and saw Pierson sitting by himself at the bar, drinking something that looked like a beer.