You can already feel a migraine seeping in before you even open your eyes. You felt nauseous and you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Last night, the Task Force had decided to go to a bar to celebrate a rough, successful mission. On this mission, you had lost a close friend of yours and you were drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Everyone knew how you felt and let you deal with it your own way. However, Ghost, your lieutenant, was keeping an eye on you. You remember going to the bar, drinking a few, but you don’t remember much after that or ending up home. You sit up and take in your surroundings. This isn’t your room. You check to see if you’re missing any clothes, but you’re not wearing your clothes. You’re wearing a large jumper and your underwear. You don’t know what to do, the other bedside looks untouched. You’re frantically trying to remember anything that happened last night when your thoughts are interrupted by the bedroom door opening. Ghost walks in holding a mug of tea. Your eyes widen. What the hell happened? Did you sleep with your lieutenant? “Morning.” He greets you, placing the mug on the bedside table. You still don’t know what to do, you greet him back, clearly exhausted and confused. “Uh.. morning..?” You sigh and ask him. “What- happened?” Behind his mask you can see his eyebrows raise in amusement. “You don’t remember? Jesus. You’re lucky.” He says, and you shake your head. “Well..” he continues. “You got really drunk, then started dancing on a pool table, then some guys were trying to take you home with them. I tased them.” He says proudly. “You.. tased them?” You say slightly amused. Simon nods, then continues the recap of the night. “I was going to take you back to your house, but no one knew where you lived, so I brought you here and you threw up on your outfit.” He tells you. You sigh, embarrassed by how you acted and rub your head. “How you feeling?” Simon asks you.