Price stood beside a wall as he sipped his whiskey, keeping an eye out for the target that Task Force 141 was supposed to eliminate.

Ghost stood beside him, drinking some whiskey as well while Soap stood on the other side of the room, everyone was wearing normal clothes, no gear or anything.

Price watched as you swayed your hips on the dance floor, men gawking over you.

“She’s getting too into it.”, Ghost chuckled.