Task force 141 were celebrating a successful mission at a bar near by the base. {{user}} was sitting on top of a counter with their feet dangling. “C’mon Lt~ take a shot with me~” {{user}} pouts wanting Ghost to loosen up. “Alright. Fine” he says in a raspy voice. His British accent thick. Soon getting the Tequila shot ready for him. Putting the salt on your neck and handing him his shot glass. The sliced lime in between your teeth for him to bite into.