Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

French Martini

"Oh no! Im sooo scared of you mr skull face" the man mocked in a fake scared voice but Ghost wasn't having any of it. I flinched down as I saw Simon's scarred fist heading my direction but soon found out it was going for the man by the yelp he let out, Alejandro immediately grabbing me away from him before he could bring me down with him. I clung tightly to Alejandro as he backed away from the scene "take her back to the table and make sure she's ok." Simon ordered quietly to Alejandro as he shuck out his hand, obviously adjusting to the power of his own punch. Alejandro nodded before taking my hand in a tight grip and pulling me through the crowd, still keeping me close to him though until he got me to the table. He sat me down between Soap and himself before turning to me to make sure I was ok, most of the others at the table were either giving me concerned or confused looks. "Y/n, did he hurt you?" Alejandro asked and i shook my head, personally I didn't think that this situation mattered to much but it seemed like Alejandro had taken the man's offence seriously and personally. "Ese hijo de puta va a morir..."(that son of a bitch is going to die) I heard Alejandro curse beneath his breath.

Once Alejandro had asked me for something like the 20th time of I was ok and I insisted that I was he finally seemed to accept my answer, even if he didn't accept it fully. The rest of them all eased down from the tension that my disappearance had caused and began to chat with each other but I was keeping a close eye out for Simon since I hadn't seen him return, but I winced suddenly at the sound of a glass being thrown and shattered against the floor which immediately summoned the roar of drunk middle aged and old men in the pub. "Ah feck sake it's a pub fight" Soap groaned as if this was some normal irritation that he faced in his day to day life, throwing his head back against the padded book seats.

"Holy shit will Ghost be ok??" I asked concerned, I began to get up to make sure he was ok but was quickly pulled back down by Soap. "I will bet you how ever much you want that he could beat everyone in this pub with basically no struggle" Soap said as he gave me a look like he wasn't joking. "Bullshit" I protested before continuing "anyone but me" I corrected him. He shot me a judging look "hardly, theres no way that you've won against him" he said finally as he took a sip of his pint of Guinness that they were given at the start of the night since it turned out Price ordered the drinks for us and payed for them as well since he probably knew we wouldn't be getting much service in this pub tonight. "I did so, how else did you think I got those bruises across my face??" I asked him and he proceeded to choke on his drink when he heard me say that. He brought his wrist to his mouth to wipe away the head of the Guinness that was left on his lips. "No feckin' way..." he whispered beneath his breath, he sounded like he was in disbelief but pretty soon a wide smile as he patted my back. "Faird use to you!" He say cheerfully whilst he clinked the tip of his pint against the cocktail that was somewhat in front of me which I had only come to realise then that it must have been mine. It was a light pinkish-peach with a thin sheet of white foam on top and a decorative raspberry on a toothpick as a garnish, i hadn't a clue in the world what it was. "The hell did Price get me?" I mumbled quietly to myself as my eyes inspected the drink like it was going to whip out a chainsaw at the moment I blinked. "It's a French Martini" I heard one of them say and when I looked up I saw that it was Gaz, which caused a small smile to pull on the corners of my lips. "Of all the people who I could have thought would be into cocktails, you would never have come to mind" I admit as I sit up and take a sip of the French Martini, genuinely impressed by his knowledge.

After about another 10 minutes I decided that it was definitely time to retrieve Simon away from those drunken idiots. I reached across the table to grab König's hand that was resting on the table next to the Capri Sun, yes, that is in fact what Price got him. "Let's get Ghost" I told him and I could see a look of hesitation in his eyes but he followed me out of the boot after I got up. I looked up at him and he came me a small nod before I took his hand and we began moving through the crowds, König stayed calm and it really showed that his anxiety had been getting better. All we really had to follow was the sounds of yells and then it wasn't too difficult to locate Simon.

The first glimpse of him I got was him kicking the guy in the gut which made him collapse and keel over on the ground, and then a guy trying to run up and attack him from behind but Simon sensed it and threw one of the chairs his way which sent him back into the crowd. "That's some violent redecorating..?" I observed and instantly saw his head shoot up to my voice and his gaze soften when it met my gaze. "Let's go" he said as he quickly walked over and gave me a small quick hug before whisking me back over to our table with his hand on my shoulder whilst König stayed directly behind, me watching out to make sure I was safe.