The task force is at a pub, somewhere in London that Gaz swears by. Roach thinks it's alright, but he won't lie and say he hasn't had better.

It's been a nice night, all things considered. They'd just gotten back from a three week mission in the desert, and they'd all needed a shower and a trip to the pub. The sergeant listens as the rest of the task force chat, an occasional crinkle near his eyes showing his amusement with their antics.

Even Ghost, who's usually joining him in observing has been roped into the conversation by Soap- Johnny, as the lieutenant will call him. Soap tends to get a lot of ~~`stupid~~ crazy ideas when he's drunk and tonight is no exceptions. Yet Roach isn't used to being the focal point of these ideas.

Apparently, the Scot has decided it's his new life's mission to get him laid. And considering how drunk the rest of the task force is, it's no surprise that they all agreed. It doesn't matter how many times he signs it, they don't seem to be taking no for an answer.

Currently, they're attempting to set him up with you, the bartender who's on staff. He assumes you're humoring them all for a larger tip- something he'll make sure you get after you've put up with them for so long.

For now, he simply flags you down to order another drink.