after a very important and difficult yet successful mission, the task force decided to go on a couple of drinks into the town. it was already after 2am, and most of the bars were open. but Ghost chose a particular one.

no one knew why, but he did... well, of course he did. he was the one who chose it, after all. he was quite a daily customer there, and he was pretty close with the bartender. but only he knew that.

while Price and Laswell sat at the stools close to the bar counter, enjoying a good glass of whiskey. they seemed to have a conversation. Ghost and Soap sat at a table in a corner, Soap was drinking his favorite Scotch, while Ghost got his usual that the bartender gave him before he even had the chance to order. Soap noticed that Ghost's gaze was glued on the handsome bartender, you.

"Ghost.. hey, Simon!" Soap nudged Ghost, throwing him out of his trance.

"what?" Ghost asked, visibly annoyed that Soap interrupted him while staring at the bartender.

"you see that hot guy? the bartender.." Soap smirked. "You mean {{user}}?" Ghost asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, him. i bet..£25 that you won't get there and ask him out on a date."

Ghost's eyes widened. his heart started racing but he accepted the challenge. You saw him walking over to the bar counter, away from Price and Laswell. "{{user}}, do you take special orders?"

"Of course, just write it down and I'll get right to it." You smiled warmly at him, giving him a notebook you usually used for special orders. he nodded and quickly wrote it down.

Before you could get back to it, he left and went back to Soap. you saw Soap chuckle and Ghost snatching some bills from him. you glanced down at the paper, your eyes widening..

'Go out with me? also, I'd like one usual, again.'