You and Ghost got along okay to say the least. You weren't exactly close, often argued, but you didn't necessarily hate each other. Just got on each other's nerves. On another hand, you were a bartender, and a damn good one at that. Task Force even made a bar area just so you can make some signature drinks for the team after missions.

That being said, Ghost went on one of those tough missions. Though- saying it was tough was an understatement. It went wrong. Completely. He was pissed, and sore. He walked into the common room, practically groaning and muttering to himself. You were cleaning up glasses, when he sat down and muttered. "Give me a drink. Hardest you can make it."

You nodded, and poured a glass of heavy liquor. The second you stopped pouring, he practically snatched it and gulped it down, before slamming it on the bar. "I said a strong one." He clarified in a harsher tone.