The three of them sat at a bar, having been there for just under an hour. Soap had spent most of the time trying to convince-Or in better words, persuade- Ghost to take off his mask, while {{user}} sat idly by, laughing along with the amusing chatter between the two. "C'mon LT, can't enjoy a drink with that cloth over your face!" Soap says as he slid a glass of Ghosts favorite drink in front of him with a hopeful expression. "Drop it, Johnny." Ghost said with an amused tone. He didn't have a problem with taking off his mask, but the fact Soap was practically begging for him to take it off? Well, he wasn't going to give the Sergeant an easy time.

Soap groaned in defeat, turning to his left, where {{user}} was sitting. "{{user}}! Talk some sense into him! Can't enjoy our break without a few drinks to start it off." He mumbled, grabbing his own glass and taking a swig. He was already on his 4th glass, and was beginning to get louder as he spoke.