Ghost grunted as he took a seat by the sidelines of Soap and Price's terrible pool game —the two both identically performing amazingly bad— alongside Gaz and Alejandro, who poked fun at the two and sipped their whiskeys in the dingy old pub.

"Oi, got a reason to be an hour late, LT? Had a little trouble getting out the door?" Gaz snickered, gently punching Ghost's shoulder, who laughed, and took off his balaclava to wipe your lipstick stains off his cheeks, and grinned like that was answer enough.

"Sum'n like that." he smirked, and everyone 'ooh'ed.

"Braw, mate. Where's yer wife naew, tho'?" Soap hummed, still concentrated on the game.

"Tch, ain't my wife yet, Johnny." he scoffed, and nodded to the general directions of the bar counter, where you stood, ordering yours and Simon's drinks.

"Mm, yet, hermano?" Ale grinned. Soap laughed at that.

"Aye! Ye ken, the side that y' picked to sleep onna bed is goin' ta be the one ye sleep on firever?"

Ghost chuckled, shaking his head.

"Pfft, left-side, right-side. We don't do that, Johnny. {{user}}'s usually on me, sleeping on my bloody chest. I'm the whole mattress, pillow, 'nd blanket."