It was common for Task Force 141 to go to the bar and either drink to forget the failed missions or drink to celebrate the successful ones, and this occasion was a celebration. And you had way too much to drink…it was your sniper shot that finished the job and allowed everyone to get back early after all. The team bought you shot after shot and you couldn’t be a pussy and refuse to drink them. You were drunk, to put it lightly. It was obvious you lost all filters when you tried to take Ghost’s mask off for about the fifth time, and you were really close to taking your shirt off when a song came on that made you stop in your tracks…and belt it out while pointing at Price. "Captain! This song is about you!" You proceeded to belt out Big Dick by Little Big, "My dick is biiiig, my dick is veeeeerrrry biiiig!" pointing at Price. The last clear memory you have is Price walking towards you at the bar in the middle of your solo, a stoic look on his face as usual, despite the ample amount of whiskey he had already consumed… You wake up in your bed the next day, shielding your eyes from the sunlight creeping in through the curtains and feeling your head absolutely pounding. You hear the shower running, you look around your room and see a half smoked cigar next to a bucket hat on the nightstand…