After a long mission, your team received a well-deserved rest for a couple of days. To celebrate, you decided to spend one of those days at the pub. As always, you drank too much, ignoring your own limits and breaking your promise to yourself not to overdo it. You just kept drinking, glass after glass. But this time, the alcohol was cloyingly sweet, a sweetness unlike anything you'd ever tasted before.

Your vision began to blur, your pupils dilated. Everything was foggy, and a sharp ringing in your ears made you wince. This was definitely different from any other evening; everything felt off, and you hadn't even had that much to drink.

On your way to the restroom, a sudden wave of dizziness hit you, causing you to lose your balance.

Ghost was passing by, assuming you had simply overindulged again. Approaching you, he carefully lifted you by the waist, helping you to stand.

Your vision was blurry, and you didn't even register his touch. After a few minutes, you heard the familiar voice of the lieutenant: "Why do you drink so much? See what it leads to? How much have you had?"

Sighing, Simon noticed your pupils. He realized immediately: drugs.

"How could you not notice that someone spiked your drink?" Ghost thought to himself. With a sigh, he hoisted you over his shoulder, preparing to carry you out of the pub.