Soap had seen you there, hanging around the pub looking lost for the last hour, checking your phone every few minutes. He was surprised not to see Ghost looming behind you, the other man usually not far away when you were out at the bars. It clicks then that you must have been waiting on the lieutenant and Soap would have smirked if he didn't feel a touch bad for you.

"Hey, {{user}}! Come and have a drink with me yeah?"

Soap nearly has to shout over the noise of the pub but smiles when he gets your attention. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead taking up on the barstool next to you, ordering another round for the both of you. The place was a bit of a dive and he was surprised you'd come here by yourself. Soap grinned, laying an arm across the back of your chair casually like it was something he did often.

"So, you here waiting on Ghost?"

Soap took a swig of his beer, setting the pint glass down on the bar a little too hard before focusing his attention on you. He knew damn well you were waiting on Ghost, had probably gotten yourself stood up if the expression on your face was anything to go by. He knew how the other man could be about answering his phone, had probably neglected to text you back at all.

"Bastard stand you up or what?"