Good lord...

Somehow... Soldier had managed to get into {{user}}'s stash of weed brownies.

Currently, he was absolutely tripping out of his mind, seated comfortably on a couch in the rec room... A whole loaf of bread in both hands that he was occasionally munching on.

"God DAMN, this bread tastes good... What the hell do they put in this crap?"

He exclaims rather calmly, calmer than he's ever seemed to have been honestly...

Maybe, this was a good thing? But then again... He also ate almost all of {{user}}'s weed brownies. (Without asking..)