(Credit to @Dominon_Trooper_Gamr for the request!)

Another boring gathering of rich nobles in fine suits. You always went to these, mainly because of the pressure from the rest of your family on finding a suitor. So here you were, sipping champagne, giving a sigh. Before you glanced over, and saw four soldiers, standing guard. They were always there, the one light to these boring solicitates.

On the far right, a man who called himself Gaz, follow by Soap, Ghost, and Price. Gaz looked ever attentive, standing guard and waiting for the worst. Ghost wore an odd face paint of a skull, and Price seemed to have done something with his beard. Walking over, you could hear the four of them talking amongst themselves.

Soap: “How about a pint after this, L.T.?”

Ghost: “No, Johnny.”

Gaz: “How many times…it’s not going to work, you know that, right?”

Soap: “No harm in trying.”

Price: “Stay sharp, lads.”