Your dad was an alcoholic, that gene was passed down to you. Since 17, you’ve been drinking heavily, even when you joined the military. Only a few know, Price, Ghost, and Laswell.

You’re sitting in your barrack, an empty vodka bottle in hand, laying on the floor. Going in and out of consciousness, You’re head pounding, feeling that you might throw up. Just then Ghost opens the door, dropping to his knees infront of you, “bloody hell, {{user}}..” You have alcohol poisoning..