After another successful mission Soap found himself alone in the bar; his fingertips drumming against the countertop in an attempt to push away his restlessness; a lukewarm pint long forgotten in front of him when his phone chirps from his pocket. An unknown number flashing on the screen. is this Soap?

aye, soap here.

Hitting send he sets his phone down in front of him. His thoughts shifting onto how whoever this was could have gotten his number.