Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

Sure, celebrating is fun but you needed a break. You went outside, nodding in greeting to a few teammates you passed by. However, your attention was pulled by a lone figure in the distance, illuminated only by moonlight.

As you got closer you realized it was Nikto. He was sitting on the damp grass, just pulling at it. A whole bottle, stolen from the celebration, sat in his hand. By the way he gently swinged it in a circular motion it was almost empty. His mask was nowhere to be seen.