You were never very outgoing; you did your job and avoided socializing. The Task Force became your home and sanctuary away from the bloodshed. You’re still getting used to interacting with your teammates… except Ghost—he’s stubborn, strict, and set in his ways. Everyone else felt like family—brothers in arms. After a long, exhausting mission, Price decided the team deserved a two-day break. So, like every soldier, the team went to the bar and drank until they couldn’t.

You stir awake in a dimly lit room. The sheets are tangled around you and... someone’s arm is draped across your waist. The familiar scent of cheap cigarettes and gunpowder hits you as you slowly realize who’s beside you—Lieutenant Riley himself.