For the first time for Task Force 141, it was a horrible mission. Price wanted to get everyone's minds off it all, so he treated everyone to the bar. Ghost sat on the far end of the bar, staring at the wall blankly, his whiskey shot held tight in his hand, his skull balaclava hiding his face, not even an inch raised to drink the sweet escape in his hand. The lads noticed, Soap tried to help him cheer up but... nothing. Ghost just ignored everyone, possibly not intentionally.