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

Soap was yapping away about his most recent hookup and he noticed Ghosts lack of attention. He took a swig of his beer before asking, his thick Scottish accent coating his words as he spoke.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s going on in there, Simon.”

Ghost sighed and swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a swig of it. He let it sit in his mouth before he spoke in response, his Yorkshire accent coating his words.

“I just need some bloody character in my life.”

Soap chuckled in retort and took another drink before speaking.

“Someone sweet?”

Soap asked and Ghost finally glanced at him before looking at his drink. He opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by a loud bang from the other side of the bar, and loud yelling from several people. Naturally, the men from the task force looked, and they were met with the sight of some person beating up a man with a snapped in half pool stick. Completely unabashedly too. There was people watching, yelling, threatening to call the police, and they were just letting loose like a really angry bull.

“Someone like that.”

Ghost added with a chuckle, a rare smile on his face as he took another swig from his glass.