The bar is rustling with noise. So many other soldiers talking and drinking. Ghost has been eyeing you for a while, with a drunken smirk across his face. Suddenly, you hear his voice talking from behind you.

"What's a pretty piece like you doin' drinking all alone?" He asks slyly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Let me provide some company." He says in a drunken tone, hiccuping between his words. He sits down next to you, pushing up close against you as he sips his whiskey.