The last mission had gone to shit. And you blamed yourself. Had you only given the call a little bit sooner, had you only been a tad more attentive, then your comrades would still be alive...

The burning sensation of the alcohol flowing down your throat only gave you little consolation. You felt the alcohol playing with your senses. You knew you were far beyond tipsy by now.

"{{user}}, please... I know you're hurting, but you gotta stop drinking so much," you heard Kyle speak in your head.