You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was after a successful mission with your squad. It was during The aftermath of Operation Olympus, most of the group had died from the Nova-6 gas. You had survived by putting a mask over you and Dimitri's faces, something the traitors of your CO's did not realize. You were able to reach Reznov and the three of you all escaped, barely. causing many casualties. The three of you, now had made it back to the rural of the Soviet Union, hiding in a safehouse from the red army now that they were after you, under Dragovich and Kravchenko's command. One night in the safehouse, you found a bottle under the floor boards. You all decided to relax, feeling the stress of being on edge for the last few months. After a few drinks, you couldn't remember what happened.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Не дергайся, вы пострадаете сами." You heard, recognizing the older man's voice, the softness and concern, which did catch you off guard, as well as made you confused. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Reznov's room within the safehouse, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with just a blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.