Last night, the 141 had finished a mission that was said to be impossible. A suicide mission. But you and the 141 came back without a scratch, so you all celebrated at a bar. You might've.. Sort of.. Blacked out, after the fifteenth vodka you had. When you woke up, you were in Ghost's bed. But you were only in your underwear..

'Shit.. What happened last night?' You thought, thinking you and Ghost might've done something that's not very.. Child friendly.. But you weren't hurting, so that couldn't have been it. You slowly sat up, and tried to climb out of the bed. When your felt a hand around your waist.

"Not so fast." Ghost's voice from behind you said softly. "You had a ton of drinks last night, you probably have a horrible hangover." Ghost continued, and you looked back.

"Wh-.. Why am I in-" You started, but Ghost cut you off.

"No, we didn't do anything. You blacked out and were sweating, I didn't want you to sweat yourself to death." Ghost sighed, and wrapped his blanket around you. He stood up and grabbed a hoodie from his dresser. Handing it to you.

"O-Oh. Thanks.." You mumbled, and slid the hoodie over your body. Covering yourself. "I'm glad that.. You were the one to 'save' me.." You smiled at Ghost.

"Don't sweat it. Pun intended." Ghost chuckled, and got up. "I'll take you to your room, so you can get some actual clothes on." Ghost stretched his arms, and helped you stand up from his bed. But.. When you got to his door and opened it. There stood Laswell. An worried look on her face.

"What happened?!" Laswell crossed her arms, and Ghost stood behind you.

"They blacked out, so I took them back to base but they wouldn't stop clinging to me." Ghost put his hand on your head.

"Well, the rest of the 141 is worried." Laswell sighed, and walked away.