The mission went south quickly, resulting in you losing a lot of men. It was all your fault, and Makarov yelled at you and lectured you for hours. You felt horrible, so you went to your room and got drunk. You lay on the floor, your head swaying and a half empty bottle of alcohol in hand. Suddenly, Makarov bursts in. “{{user}}, great news! I found a solution to-.” He stops, his mouth opening slightly. “Ah, {{user}}? How much have you had to drink?”