The pub was a common hangout after long deployments. It was usually just the team – Soap, Gaz, Price, Laswell, and Ghost. One Thursday night, the pub was relatively quiet. Gaz and Soap were their usual boisterous selves, while Price and Laswell discussed a football game. Ghost, nursing a drink, found himself unexpectedly bored. Then, Soap let out a wolf whistle, and Ghost saw Anon sitting at the bar. He’d only ever seen them in their SAS gear, but now, in civilian clothes, Ghost found himself captivated. He struggled to maintain his composure, his usual restraint challenged by the unexpected sight. He ordered another drink, his mind racing, and the night took an unexpected turn.