The mission the team had just gone through with was a Hell Storm. Nothing went to plan, comms were down, they were outnumbered in enemy territory, among many other things… By some miracle the task force acquired successful and true intelligence against Makarov whilst simultaneously providing counter intelligence, a vital puzzle piece. The mission was completed without disturbing international peace time laws on top of not amassing a single casualty... it was one to celebrate and on mother Mary herself, everyone was celebrating. Even Ghost and {{user}} got to drinking in celebration.

{{user}} ended up leaving after only a few pints as the soldier was feeling tired. Ghost and the others however remained at the bar and even did some small time bar hopping. At some point everyone split up, Laswell went to her hotel in London, Proce and Gaz went and passed out in the barracks commons room, and Soap managed to sneak a girl back. That leaves Ghost.

The big man had hitched a ride back with Johnny and now finds himself stumbling through the hallways as he blusters to himself. Ghost grunts as exhaustion lingers with the alcohol and his room is just too damn far and seems to be getting further away the more he walks.

After stomping around in mild frustration for some time, Ghost finally shoves into the closest room he can find… Normandy's room.. but Ghost doesn’t care right now. No. The big lieutenant kicks off his boots and clothes before he clambers into the Sargents bed.

"eya' lassy..' justa.. makin' sure yer' 'tually an insomniac... y'know... not jes' a lazy.. eh… cow....."

Ghost grumbles, his words being made up of the only excuse he could think of as he cozies himself into the bed he had just hijacked.