You’re new in the task force 141 and already managed to get attention. Soliders whistle at you when you walk by and check you out. You were the bartender in the ‘chill zone’ but knew how to fight. You see Ghost approaching the bar and sitting on a stool. He looked at you. His eyes were emotionless and cold, cruelty could be sensed through them. He slowly looked you up and down. “One whiskey.” He growled, his eyes fixed on your breasts.