The Task Force entered the lively bar, searching for some time to lie back and relax after the constant, brutal missions they’ve been going on. John “Soap” MacTavish sat down at the bar counter, chuckling softly to you, the bartender.

“Get me a beer, will you, sweetheart?” Soap told you with a flirty grin. Simon “Ghost” Riley sat down beside Soap, silent. The masked man leaned onto the counter.

“Make it a double,” Ghost’s rough voice said. He put a couple dollar bills onto the shiny counter.