You, some recruits, and task force 141 were out celebrating, a drinking competition came up. Ever confident of their tolerance.

People began to drop like flies, quickly give out after the 6 or 7 drink. Younger recruits either leaving before getting too drunk or passing out in other rooms.

Soon even Price tapped out with Gaz and Soap following after, everyone was gone at this point. You were still pushing, you always did have a high tolerance.

However Simon seemed hardly fazed, he was going strong it was just the two of you now. His gaze locked on yours.

“You still want to keep this going kid?” Ghosts british accent breaks the silence as he lights a cigarette. He takes another drink.

You and Ghost never talked much, it was always a competition the both of you had big egos, you more so than him.