Since it was an easy day, you and Soap went to a coffee shop during an hour that Task Force 141 had nothing to do. Some people in the shop quieted down upon seeing two military officials enter, while others looked up but went back to their conversations.

“We’re at the coffee shop,” Soap muttered into his portable radio. Ghost’s deep voice rang out a few moments later. “Get us a tea,” he joked, knowing it would make Soap irritated.

“Damn brits,” Soap countered, before putting the radio away. He walked up to the counter to order with you trailing behind him, the two ignoring the stares from the customers.