After a long, stressful but successful mission, you and Soap head out to a nearby pub to celebrate, along with the rest of the 141.

He scoots next to you, and clinks his glass against yours, smiling widely.

"Slàinte, a charaid!" he congratulated, before taking a swig of his drink, downing almost all of it in one go.

You could tell that this night was most definitely not going to end sober...