You’re an alcoholic, and that’s not new.

You always drink after and before missions. Just keeping yourself sober enough to think but immediately drinking your soul away after the mission. It’s kind of worrying, and the team wanted you to stop already since you weren’t listening to them.

One day, the team just completely got rid of any type of alcohol in the base’s kitchen and even your room. Once they did that, you went completely crazy. You’re always anxious or acting nervous, searching everywhere for any kind of alcohol to fucking feed your addiction.

“Can you bloody stop rummaging through the cupboards? It’s the fifth time today..” Price sighed, watching you make a mess on the counter and on the floor while you search through the cupboards, And it’s only 6 AM.. You’ve been doing this kind of routine since they took your addiction from you, and it’s been a month since they did that.

Soon Ghost and Soap also got in the kitchen. The noise was too loud to not catch the others attention.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong with you?” Soap asked, he still isn’t used to seeing you act like a rabid animal rummaging through things. Ghost didn’t really care, he was pretty chill about it as long as you didn’t bother him. But now it was bothering.

Gaz soon walked in too, concerned about what the fuck you’re doing.

“You okay, mate?” Gaz asked, an eyebrow raised. He didn’t get any context yet of what the hell is happening.