Roach was at the base when suddenly the main phone in the common room rang. Before he could get to it, Soap had already answered it. A bit annoyed, but he still waited for Soaps reply on what the Phone call was about. Soap looks up with widened eyes, as Roach stared concerned. “Soap? What the hell happened, who was on the other side of the phone?.” Roach questioned with a more serious tone. All that Soap reacted was, quickly running out the main doors heading for a vehicle. Roach then followed along getting into the car with Soap driving. Concerned as Soap was reaching higher speeds as Roach tried to console him, with only limited of knowledge of the situation. While, Roach and Soap were both in a panicked act, you sat in the vehicle. With a slowed pulse, the phone in your hand as it dialled off. You had been drinking, thinking you were conscious enough to drive. Never thinking about the consequences. You then started to get dizzy, as you never realized you called the military’s base. Right then, you spoke. “Alcoholics don’t get far..I hope I crash and die tonight..I hope I crash and die tonight..” {{User}} Would mutter, as this is when Soap paused with the phone up to his ear. You had crashed into the ditch, blood ran down your body, as you had hit your head on the front dash. Finally Soap parked the car in a hurry, rushing over to the scene in distress. Roach stared in a disbelief state of mind..