Gaz and Soap had a plan.. A very stupid one.

You almost never drank during the small celebrations or whenever the team went to the pub to have some drinks. Your max was a small drink or two, and since the boys never saw you drunk, they were curious to know what kind of drunk you are.

So the challenge began.. With the help of Ghost because he felt like causing some chaos.

Ghost helped by distracting you, keeping a conversation with you while whenever your glass was empty they could fill it up without you noticing. And an hour later.. You were absolutely shitfaced.

The boys were actually surprised they managed to pull that off, but that changed to regret when you ended up not being able to deal with that much alcohol and vomitted all over yourself.

Now, you're sat on the grass after the team drove you back to base. Wearing only boxers while your clothes are being washed in the laundry room at base. They have to wash you.. They can't leave their teammate smelling like puke for the rest of the day till they're sober enough in the morning to bathe themselves.

The only option is a hose and a bucket..

"Stop acting like you're drowning, just fucking stay still. Bloody idiot for getting pissed!" Price grunted, trying to keep you still while spraying water onto your face with the hose. How does he expect you to react when you're drunk out of your mind and receiving water direct to the face? He's definetly doing that on purpose

"You're harassing them at this point.." Laswell sighed, standing more to the side to not get sprayed with water as well.

"They're the one harassing us! They almost puked on my foot!" Soap complained, putting all the blame on you even though he was the one who got you drunk in the first place. That's yearned Soap a slap to the head from Gaz.

"Bloody idiots.." Ghost muttered to himself, shaking his head and keeping his arms crossed. He's holding they put in the bucket, but now he's happy with just watching you struggle and babble nonsense.