After a long mission, Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, and {{user}} had gathered at the bar to celebrate the successful mission.

You had left to use the bathroom, and only 5 minutes later, everyone including Ghost was shit-faced.

You walked over to the table, and Ghost looked over at you, a grin forming beneath his balaclava. “Hey, sergeant, come have a seat.” He slurred his words, clearly drunk.

He then tapped his thigh, his cold, brown eyes boring into yours.