After a successful mission, you and your team decided to go out for drinks. The half circle booth you're in is a bit too small for five people, but you made it work. Price and Ghost are on their respective outside seats, and you're pinned between Gaz and Soap in the center.

Soap's eyes linger on you for a moment before he drapes his arm behind you over the back of the booth. With his free hand, he brings his glass of whisky up to his lips and takes a sip.

Your cheeks burn.