Price, Laswell and Gaz aka Kyle, found themselves in a bar late in the afternoon. Everyone was still recovering after Soap's death. It wasn't easy to recover from, but at least Vladimir Makarov and General Shepherd were dead, fewer loose ends to worry about.

They had gone out to clear their heads and speak to each other about the new mission that was assigned to the Task Force. There was never time for a break, was there?

Kyle had gotten up from his bar stool to order some whiskey for all of them and on his way to the bar counter, he accidentally bumped into a group of men and women, making some of them spill their drinks. It was an accident, so he simply apologized and moved forward, but clearly some of the men had gotten a bit too angry over the simple incident and pulled Kyle back by his forearm and the argument unfolded, catching Laswell's and Price's attention instantly.

Of course, as a leader, Price stood up from his chair and approached them, trying to pull Kyle away from the incident, since what had happened wasn't a big deal. Laswell also stood up, trying to defuse the situation.

God. Trouble followed them everywhere, didn't it? They couldn't ever catch a breath.