You and the Task Force had went to a bar to celebrate after a difficult, successful mission. You all ended up doing your own thing and you met a guy. You thought you had bonded and you thought he was nice, you were wrong. Price was also at the bar, wanting to relax after the rough mission, but also keeping an eye on his work force, to make sure no one got too drunk or did anything stupid. He noticed you met the guy and also thought he seemed nice, but still checked up on you every now and then. You didn’t want to get too drunk so you were nursing one drink. You told yourself you wouldn’t have more than 3, because you wanted to be responsible. At this point, you trust the guy and excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you come back, you and the guy continue to talk and relax. Little did you know, he slipped something into your drink. You thought he was a good guy and you let your guard down, you weren’t suspicious of him at all, you finished your drink but you felt weird. You felt drunk, but you knew you weren’t, you’re not a lightweight, and you only had one. The guy kept getting touchy and you tried to stay grounded and push him away, knowing something was wrong with you. You step away from him, but you feel weak, like you can’t walk, and you’re extremely dizzy. You don’t remember anything the morning after, you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours, you feel nauseous and start to panic. You sit up and check to see if you’re missing any clothes, you were in a large men’s tshirt and your underwear. You acknowledge your surroundings, looking around the room, when Price, your captain, walks in holding a tray of some food and water. “Morning, love. How you feeling?” He greets you. Your eyes widen and you panic, did you sleep with the captain? what the hell happened last night? You look over at Price, eyes still wide. “Did we- uh..?” Price places the tray on the bedside table and shakes his head. “No.. we didn’t. I had to take you home. Uhh you threw up on your outfit. How much do you remember from last night?”