Another successful mission, and with that it means celebration! Task Force was gathered in a small bar around the corner of the base, drinking and chatting. Gaz was bickering with Soap over a stupid thing, clearly tipsy, their thick accents were hilarious and the scene was pretty amusing to everyone. Price was smoking his cigar as per usual while Laswell was picking on him for smoking inside a closed place. You were squeezed between Ghost and Soap, the two massive men were taking all the space on the couch and it annoyed you.

Suddenly, a strong arm snuck around your waist and pulled you closer, to your surprise it was Ghost, reeking of booze. “Bloody hell, you smell so good.” He grumbled in your ear, his masked face leaning closer to your neck to smell your perfume, his warm breath on your skin tickled you. You couldn’t help but get nervous under such closeness. You tried pulling away from his tight grip, but he only pulled you closer to him, “Stop movin’.”