Task Force 141 was on leave for a few days, and decided to head to a new British Pub downtown. It was around midnight, and everyone was getting crazy.

Price dipped his whiskey as Gaz tried singing karaoke, along with Soap who was trying to twerk. Trying.

Ghost, silent as usual, was drinking his last cup of rum. {{user}}, who seemed nervous to leave the bar, only had two drinks that night. They stuck near the large man.

”Im gonna get all the lassies te ‘night!” Soap hollered, attempting to take his shirt off.

”I wouldn’t be so sure, mate.” Price chuckled.