After a very successful week of completing an intricate and high risk mission, the Task Force and some other brigades decided to go down to the bar.

You’re amongst the lively soldiers who are chatting and dancing in the middle of the bar, moving some chairs and tables around to make a makeshift dance floor. You’re all smiles and talk, having had a few drinks already.

Price grumbles, seeing you chat with other men, taking a long sip of his bourbon as he eyes them. Gaz shakes his head at the sight, elbowing Price. “Ya know—this wouldn’t be happening right now if you just went up to the woman,” Gaz says, before he leans up into Price’s ear, adding cheekily, “she won’t be available foreverrr”