you, laswell, ghost, price, gaz, and soap had been at a new bar after a successful mission, and people either gave you looks or looked away in fear. Who wouldn’t, seeing big, terrifying soldiers enjoying and laughing over beer?

as ghost was handed his beer, he takes a sip, but the beer seeps though his mask. he’d forgotten to take it off. he sighed, accepting his fate as soap spat his scotch pit onto gaz’s face and as everyone laugh

“FOOKIN’ ‘ELL YOU BLOODY IDIOT!” soap exclaimed, his Scottish accent thick