The whole base was overrun looking for Ghost. He had gone missing randomly during the celebration of his five-years of sobriety, and everyone was checking everywhere for him.

It was the last place you thought to check, but the bar on the other side of town was a really good guess, as you spotted his truck outside. Sure enough, as you came in through the creaky door, the man was at the counter, lost at the bottom of a bottle, his 5-year coin crushed under his coaster.

He'd fought long and hard to beat the drink, but it's got to him. Five years, and not a drop, and now down the hatch, just like the booze he chugged. Eyes red, and lips in a downward curve, he didn't pay you any attention.

".. 'm weak, {{user}}. I.. really though' I could do this."