It was late, as Task Force 141 decided to take their victory in a recent mission out on the road. As they agreed to take stop at a nearby pub, the night a haze of dark lighting and fun chatting. As Soap decidedly had drunken a bit more then what would be usually expected, as the tipsy Scotsman came to your side. Wrapping a arm around your shoulder, if in need of support.

"Aye, now is my favorite private doing?" He asked, with his Scottish accent all the more pronounced from his tipsy state.