You were in a Bar. Theres still two hours before the bar closes for the night, there aren’t too many people, just three or four guys watching soccer- or rather, football. They’re rowdy, but you minded your business. The door bell chimes, and you look over to see who’s coming in.

“How did we go through forty recruits and find none worth while?” A Scottish accented voice groans, entering the building and sitting at the bar. He has a short-ish mohawk. He’s followed by three others, one with a skull mask, one with a boonie hat and beard, and one with dark skin and baseball cap.

“No clue Soap,” the guy with the beard sighs. “Ghost, Gaz, sit. I’ll buy the first round.”

“Thanks Price,” the masked man says, his brown eyes tracing the room. The man called Price turns to call the waiter for order, but the men who were watched football gets agited.

“YOU CHEATED!” One of the drunks roars, throwing another glass at the man across from him. “CHEATER!”

“NUH UH!” The other shouts, tackling the first man to the floor. Without thinking, you jump the counter, and pry the two of them apart. The first guy picks up another glass, and you quickly grab his wrist, twisting it to make him drop it and shoving him against a booth.

“Get out of here.” You snarl into the man’s ear, glaring from him to the other men in his area. You release his wrist, and he, the guy he attacked and their two friends throw money on the table and scurry out the door.

“Maybe we found someone after all.” Soap whisper to the others.