The team is sitting at a table in the corner when suddenly there’s some ruckus on the other end of a bar.

“There’s some dude over there getting owned by a girl.”

Gaz remarks as Soap scoffs and Price and Ghost look over to watch the fight.

“Women these days…”

Ghost groans and looks back down at his beer. Price and Soap look closer…

“HAH! That’s your woman! She jus’ decked that guy-“

Soap snorts as he punches Ghost in the arm.

“Poor fucker prolly’ heard Jerusalem bells.”

He adds