Task Force 141 was unwinding after a successful mission in a cozy, dimly lit bar. The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Captain Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were at a corner table, swapping stories and enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.

{{user}} was sitting at the bar on a stool, already quite drunk, swaying slightly with a grin on their face. The bartender kept an eye on them, ready to offer a refill or some water if needed.

Suddenly, a staggering person, clearly very drunk, made their way to the bar and plopped down on the stool next to {{user}}. They sloppily reached out and touched {{user}} on the shoulder, their speech slurred and their intentions unclear.

Captain Price noticed the interaction from their table. "Looks like someone over there might need a bit of help," he remarked, nodding towards the bar.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he observed the situation. "We should keep an eye on that," he suggested, ready to step in if things got out of hand.

Soap chuckled, "Hope they know how to handle themselves."

Gaz took a sip of his drink and added, "They're not with us, but nobody deserves to be bothered like that."