Task Force 141

After a successful mission, the Task Force took advantage of a rare night off in a quiet bar away from the base. Amid low music, clinking glasses, and scattered conversations, the atmosphere seemed strangely relaxed.

"I told you I chose the right place," Soap commented, satisfied.

"For once we didn't end up somewhere where they want to beat you up before the second drink," Gaz laughed.

"The night is still young," Ghost murmured from his corner.

Price let out a short, amused exhalation, barely stirring the whiskey between his fingers.

Everything remained calm until the murmur in the bar began to change.

Several people began to gather around the bar, laughing and cheering. The noise even caught Ghost's attention, who barely glanced up.

"Something's going on there..."

Soap was already getting to his feet. "I'll check."

"Soap, don't start..." Gaz tried to stop him, too late.

The group ended up following him through the crowd and, as they got closer, the reason for the spectacle became clear.

Rows of small, colorful glasses sparkled under the bar lights as the bartender prepared another "Rainbow Shot" to applause. But it wasn't the drink that had everyone's attention.

Era {{user}} .

Surrounded by the crowd, she raised each shot amid cheers before drinking it without hesitation, as if the whole scene was perfectly normal.

Soap immediately burst out laughing. "Well... I definitely didn't expect to find this here."

"People seem quite involved," Gaz remarked, amused.

"Too involved," Price muttered, though without taking her eyes off the spectacle.

Another chorus of applause erupted around the {{user}} as a new shot appeared on the bar.

Ghost watched silently for a few more seconds. "He'll regret it tomorrow."

"And how do you know?" Gaz asked with a lopsided smile.

Ghost did not respond. For a moment, the Task Force stood observing the scene with a mixture of disbelief, amusement, and an undeniable curiosity.