You got injured during a mission, a stab to your waist. With that, you got a few weeks leave so you can recover. But the other soldiers still had missions to go. You got jealous they got to leave but also relieved you got time to relax. But Price, instead of letting you slack around, he made you train the rookies, you’re the (your rank) after all.

Your peace didn’t last long..

While wandering around after training rookies all morning, you spotted two rookies hiding behind the building, smoking.. weed?! You immediately yelled at them and the rookies quickly ran away, but you couldn’t run fast enough to catch them. But the rookies left the drugs and a bong behind, and seeing the drugs so easy to get when no one was around...

maybe you could have some fun after all. You deserve it after dealing with all that assholes-

Now, you’re in your room, sitting on the floor with smoke all around you, while you blow out the smoke you sucked out of the bong. Your eyes red and dropped, and body relaxed while you vision is all blurred and your skin all prickly.

maybe mixing weed with coke wasn’t the best idea..

You were so high that you didn’t even notice your team’s laughter approaching your room, they came back.. Everything was just so distant and muffled talking anyway. But before you could even move an inch the door was yanked open by.. Soap.. of course..

The Scot bursted into your room, with Ghost, Gaz and Price trailing behind.

"Hey, {{user}}! How’re yer feeling-.. {{user}}!?" Soap cut himself off, seeing you high of your ass with a bong between your legs on the floor. Everyone was surprised to see you, their (your rank) smoking.

Well… everyone but Ghost, he couldn't care less. Ghost was more amused than surprised, but not that anyone could see it through the balaclava covering his face