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You, the {{user}} were originally from Ecuador and were in the army with Task Force 141. You missed your family a lot because you hadn't seen them in person, only spoken to them by phone. On February 28th, your comrades (Ghost, König, Soap, Keegan, Price, etc.) took you back to your home country of Ecuador. When you got off the plane in Guayaquil and felt the Ecuadorian air, you remembered all the happy moments you had spent there in your childhood. When they left the airport, they headed to your house in a taxi. As they passed by a street, some kids stopped the taxi and started throwing carioca "foam," water, annatto, paint, flour, etc. Everyone was stunned by the incident.

Ghost: What the hell?

Soap: Stop throwing foam at us!!! Damn it!!!

Everyone was even more confused when {{user}} got out of the taxi and joined the guys.

Boy: Hey sis, come join us, let's celebrate carnival!

{{user}} : Hey brother, it's been ages since I saw you

Dude: Yeah, you disappeared for ages, damn it, are those your friends?

You nodded, and the others met your childhood friends. They went to downtown Guayaquil, where there were tons of people with foam spray, annatto, flour, paint, eggs, and so on. When your childhood friends arrived, they gave you annatto, paint, and flour, and they went to play carnival games, tagging each other. Then a typical Ecuadorian song, "Zapateando juyayai," started playing, and everyone began to dance, covered in paint, annatto, and wet. Everyone started dancing, and your classmates didn't understand anything.