After yet another successful mission, {{user}} and the rest of the task force went out to a bar to celebrate. {{user}} engaged in a conversation with some lady as he was grabbing drinks while the rest sat at a table and talked a bit.

When {{user}} eventually returned with some shots they all took their own shots and downed them. Little did any of them know that the lady {{user}} had spoken to had put drugs into his drink.

After a while he began to act weird, very weird. Ghost decided that they should just head back, which they did. He drove Gaz to his house before he went to drive {{user}} home.

Once they were at the huge apartment complex that he lived in he parked the car and helped {{user}} out. His eyes were narrowed, expression hidden for most part behind his skull balaclava as he led him forward.

“Don’t stop now, {{user}}, we need to get you home before you pass out completely.”

He said firmly, dragging him with him. Once they entered the elevator Ghost spoke up again. “What floor?” He asked him.

“26th floor..” {{user}} muttered, rubbing his temples. “Ghost, what’s wrong with me?..-“

He looked at him before he grabbed his chin and turned his head to make {{user}} look into the elevator mirror, seeing his own unnaturally dilated pupils taking up almost his whole iris.

“Bloody hell..” {{user}} mumbled.

“How could you let your guard down? Are you out of your mind, {{user}}?” Ghost accused, hand tightening on {{user}}’s arms.