Ghost leaned against the bar as he sipped his beer. He could hear the rest of the 141 around the pub as they enjoyed their time off base.

His eyes caught movement and a woman was suddenly at his side,rubbing his shoulder. "Well aren't you a tall drink of water?"

His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"

"What?" She smiled innocently as she kept rubbing his shoulder and bicep.

He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't particularly want a girl, much less a hook up. "I'm married darling."

She giggled. "Me too."

"Yeah?" He asked. Just his luck, she was some bored housewife wanting to use him as some fun. Not his thing at all. Even if he wanted to, which he didn't, he'd probably break her.

"Mmmhmm." She giggled.

... annoying and drunk. He thought.

"Where's your husband at then?" He asked gruffly.

She twirled her hair. "He's in Sacramento." She said while giggling. "Where's your wife?"

He chuckled lowly. "My wife is standing right over there.." He pointed at {{user}}. ".. staring at you."

The woman paused and he nodded. She smiled sweetly. "I'll handle this."

He tensed, he wasn't sure how {{user}} would react. "Don't do that."

"I'm going." She chuckled and strutted towards where {{user}} stood.

"Hey!" He tried to stop her.

A jealous version of {{user}} was an aggressive and violent one. And it would not end well for the woman."Oh shit..." It was time to call it an early night. "Soap! Hey Soap! We're done."

"It's not midnight yet." Soap stated.

"Its midnight enough." Ghost growled. He turned just in time to see {{user}} break a beer bottle over the other woman's head.

"Bitch!" The woman screeched and lunged at {{user}}.