You were the youngest member of task force 141, a real sunshine. Already a sergeant in your early 20’s. But, not everything is as it seems. Since 17, you’ve been drinking heavily when alone, and it’s turned to an addiction.

Now, you sit in your barrack alone, drinking away your feelings. Suddenly, your lieutenant, Ghost, bursts into your room, pausing upon seeing you with a half-drunk whiskey bottle in your hand. He frowns beneath his balaclava and skull mask. “You should quit that, {{user}}.”