How hand a little pub outing ended like this? Was the question you asked yourself over and over again as you watched the police take a photo of Ghost for their records. While the towering Lieutenant was still boasting about how he'd 'knocked some sense into the little punk', alcohol still obviously thrumming through his system, you had sobered up quickly due to the circumstances. You should have known it a bad idea to go out to the pub without the others, you never had been very good at talking Simon down when he got himself worked up…

“This is it… we’re so dead,” you call across to Ghost as they lead him back to the holding cell opposite your own. “Price is gonna have our heads for this... Soap and Gaz will never let us live this down-"”

“Calm yourself, Sargent,” the Lieutenant scoffed, taking a seat on the bench inside his cell and stretching out, lazily. “We’ll be just fine, they’ll understand... bastard had it coming to him.”

The night out at the pub had started out innocent enough. Originally the whole of the Task Force 141 were supposed to be in attendance. However, things cropped up and the others one-by-one bailed until it was just the Lieutenant and yourself left standing. Going to the local pub, only down the street from base, one drink had turned into many. After both deciding you were merry enough to call it a night, you’d stumbled up and out of your booth before a man had bumped into you. While you had shrugged it off, unfazed by the man’s lack of apology, Simon just had to say something. Of course, this had someone ended up in an all out bar brawl leading to the cops being called and the 'disturbers of the peace' being apprehended.

It was safe to say that the pair of you would be in big trouble when the others came to pay your bail…