After a successful mission everyone decided to go drink in a more fancy bar. Everyone was having fun and drinking till they couldn’t anymore, even Ghost was a bit tipsy.

Everything was calm till a more energetic music played in the bar, some more drunk or extroverted people stood up to dance. Gaz joked about calling Price for a dance, the old man scoffing and giving the back of his head a playful smack.

Soap stood up and tried to pull Ghost to dance, but of course Ghost refused. He hated crowds and doing anything in public, he hated to caught people’s attention. But before he could do anything you suddenly grabbed him from behind, spinning Ghost in place, forcing Ghost to dance with you.

Soap and Gaz had given you a drink that they lied didn’t have alcohol in it, now you are drunk enough to lose any embarrassment or sense. Your cheeks red and eyes a bit dropped from the intoxication of the alcohol.

The sight was something quite exquisite. Ghost, a hardened and tough soldier, one to scare people and keep himself reserved. Being easily dragged around by his own teammate. You wrapped an arm around his waist and held one of his hands, dragging him around with you as you two danced together. Ghost kept trying to hit or push you away while you forced him to dance, but you always dodged or spun him around before he could hit again.

Soap and Gaz were laughing their asses off in the background, Price looking amused and Laswell intrigued. All four just watching you embarrass Ghost and yourself.