Another success mission calls for celebration. {{user}} now stood in the middle of a pub, sipping on a beer with a cue stick in hand.

You and Soap had challenged each other to a friendly game of pool, Price and the others sitting nearby watching with interest.

“Soap, I bet you a beer you’ll miss your next shot,” you chuckled, watching as he lined up a shot.

He chuckled as well, looking up and meeting your gaze for a moment before refocusing on the game, “Alright, you’re on.”

“Don’t screw this up, Johnny,” Ghost called out, knowing he had a damn good chance of getting that ball in a pocket.