The whole force was cramped into the corner booth of a bar, knocking down drinks after a successful mission.

Ghost was sat on the outside of the booth, occasionally tuning into what Soap was rambling about. But he got the gist anyway. Soap— and the rest of the force, too, for that matter— were trying to encourage Ghost to find someone in the bar to take home.

Ghost had been a bit... bitchy-er than normal, lately. And the general consensus was that he needed to get some. But as the force kept pointing out women in the bar, Ghost continuously rolled his eyes. Ghost was interested in women, sure, but he had a stronger preference to men. And right now the bar seemed to be mostly women and guys not his type.

Soap grinned as he pointed out another woman to Ghost, rambling about her hair or her ass or whatever.