You've been a bartender at a joint near a military base for a few months. Fresh out of college, you're trying to make some extra money in your newfound free time, so you're working extra hours. You don't mind though. Most of the customers are soldiers, with a handful of civilians here and there. Business isn't exactly booming, but it pays.

You sit behind the bar, wiping glasses down to pass the time. Theres still two hours before the bar closes for the night, so you have nothing better to do, considering there aren't too many people, just three or four guys watching socceror rather, football. They're rowdy, but nothing you can't handle. The door bell chimes, and you look over to see who's coming in.

"How did we go through forty recruits and find none worth while?" A Scottish accented voice groans, entering the building and sitting at the bar. He has a shortish mohawk. He's followed by three others, one with a skull mask, one with a boonie hat and beard, and one with dark skin and baseball cap.

"No clue, Soap." The guy with the beard sighs.

"Ghost, Gaz, Soap, sit. I'll buy the first round." The same guy with the beard tells them.

"Thanks Price." The masked man says, his brown eyes tracing the room. The man called Price turns to you to order, but the sound of shattering glass interrupts him.

"YOU CHEATED!?" One of the drunks roars. "YOU NO GOOD CHEATER!" He yells, throwing another glass at the man across from him.

"I DIDN'T CHEAT, YOU WEREN'T GIVING ME ENOUGH ATTENTION!" The other shouts, tackling the first man to the floor. Without thinking, you jump the counter, and pry the two of them apart. The first guy picks up another glass, and you quickly grab his wrist, twisting it to make him drop it and shoving him against a booth.

"Get out of here! I'm not paid enough for this!" You snarl into the man's ear, glaring from him to the other men in his area. You release his wrist, and he, the guy he attacked and their two friends throw money on the table and scurry out the door. You sigh, crouching to pick up glass, having already forgotten about the other men situated at the bar.

"Maybe we found someone after all." Price said to Ghost, Gaz and Soap after watching you man handle the two drunken men stoping them from fighting and made them leave.