With the help of a ton of liquor, you found yourself stumbling through the halls of the Task Force base, singing some crappy 90s country song like a poor folk and holding a bottle of your favorite vodka. You get a lot of unnecessary stares and scoffs from the team, eventually collapsing flat on your face from how damn drunk you are.

You stirred awake, groaning as you feel yourself shoved into an unexpected embrace. Extremely hungover, you look up at the man who is currently holding you, only to see your captain out of all people. He states right back at you, his fingers stroking your soft locks, his other arm wrapped around you and keeping you close to him.

"Mornin' Kiddo."