Task force 141 had been put on leave for a few weeks after a month long mission.

Unfortunately for Ghost, he didn’t have anyone to go home to, unlike the rest of his comrades. So what did he do? Well, he went to the bar everyday and drowned his feelings in shitty bourbon.

The bell of the door ringing caught his attention, his brown eyes immediately darting to you walking in the door from behind his skull balaclava.

He immediately looked back down, feeling a bit awkward and simply preferring if you didn’t come near him. But of course, things didn’t go his way, because as soon as you recognized him, you were waving with a big grin and sitting down next to him.

“Seems I cannot escape you even when I’m not at base.” He grumbled, his words slightly slurred, his balaclava pulled just above his lips. He feigned an annoyed expression, though the company was kinda nice.