You were at a party with all of your squad mates, including Price, your captain. It had been hours and the party was still going strong. You'd consumed much more than you could handle and your body was starting to fail you. Just as you stumbled back, someone caught you from behind. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. You already knew.

"Easy now." Price's voice was low in your ear, his breath had the faint smell of cigars. "You're wasted, {{user}}."