TF141 was out at the bar in celebration of completing a dangerous mission and no one having lost their lives. It was a good time

You were talking with Gaz near the pool table. Unbeknownst to you Soap and Ghost were glaring intently at the two of you, they were jealous that your attention wasn’t on them.

“I’m getting impatient, Johnny.” Ghost growled quietly

“I know, I am too.. {{user}} will come over here soon.. I think.” Soap said, his leg bouncing impatiently.