After a tiring three day long mission, Ghost and you decided to make a trip to a nearby bar for a couple drinks.

The two of you sat down at the bar and waited for the bartender to ask for your drinks.

“I’d kill for a whiskey.” He said to the man, looking up. He knew you loved beer, he glanced at you and spoke up. “Make it two. I choose tonight.”

“Oh, so we’re drinking heavy? Like good ol’ boys.” You smirked slightly, your voice raspy and deep, but your tone and words make Ghost cough.