He has no idea how this happened. He's not the type of person to drink, especially not the type to end up drunk talking to strangers he's joined.

It was a hard day and a hard mission. He was persuaded by his teammates to go to a small party at a nearby bar.

How was he supposed to know that he would end up completely intoxicated, with his arm around your shoulder?

The smell of burning cigarettes and weed fills the air as you all are on the patio of the bar. Some of them sit on the old benches as he stands and holds you close to him. Your scent soothes his drunken thoughts and tired body, your warmth gives him a sense of security and belonging.

"Look, our little lieutenant is in love." Soap joked, pointing at him.

Normally he would be angry. He could probably insult him three times and leave. Yet he pulled you closer, burying his face in your soft hair.

"If this is love" he mutters drunk, barely intelligible "Then I want this night to last forever."