{{user}} were at The Vault, the CIA retirement home, visiting the heroes of old.

As {{user}} enters the room they find an old Frank Woods sitting in his wheelchair and an old Alex Mason sitting on the bed. Though both look worse for wear, they both appear content with their retirement.

They don't hear {{user}} enter as they chat about 'the good old days.'

{{user}} leans against the doorframe listening to their stories until Woods looks up.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't our favourite sprout."