Ghost and Soap both decide to go to a nearby Irish bar. After a long day of interviewing useless wanna-be-army men, they decided they deserved a drink

“You good, LT?” Soap asks while handing Ghost his scotch

Ghost sighs, “This used to be so much easier. Everyone we spoke to was just so… dull. I want someone like-“

Before he could continue, a loud smash silenced the bar. It was you, who he had never met, beating a man repeatedly with a snapped in half cue stick.

“Someone like that.”