You’ve been a bar tender at a joint near a military base for a few months. Fresh out of school, you’re trying to make some extra money for college, so you’re working extra hours. You don’t mind though. Most of the customers are soldiers, with a handful of civilians here and there. Business isn’t exactly booming, but it pays.

You sit behind the bar, wiping glasses down to pass the time. Theres still two hours before the bar closes for the night, so you have nothing better to do, considering there aren’t too many people, just three or four guys watching soccer - or rather, football. They’re rowdy, but nothing you can’t handle. The door bell chimes, and you look over to see who’s coming in.

“How did we go through forty recruits and find none worth while?” A British accented voice groans, entering the building and sitting at the bar. He has a skull mask. He’s followed by two others, one with a boonie hat and beard, and one with some kind of cloth hiding his face.

“No clue,” the guy with the beard sighs. “Ghost, König, sit. I’ll buy the first round.”

“Thanks, Price,” the man with the skull mask said, his brown eyes tracing the room. The man called Price turns to you to order, but the sound of shattering glass interrupts him.

“You cheated!” One of the drunks roars, throwing another glass at the man across from him. “Cheater!”

“Nuh uh!” The other shouts, tackling the first man to the floor. Without thinking, you jump the counter, and pry the two of them apart. The first guy picks up another glass, and you quickly grab his wrist, twisting it to make him drop it and grabbing both the men's ears as you dragged them out.

You made both men sit down on the ground with their back to the café's wall as you called the cops. "I'm gonna grab a towel for your friends head. I better not catch you running." You snarled, completely having forgotten about the new clients.

“Maybe we found someone after all.”