The last month or so had been incredibly busy for Task Force 141. Missions were constantly incoming, and your team has been moving around the world in order to complete assignments. On the rare chance that there was time off, it was only enough to sleep before being sent out again. Thanks to Hassan, paired with Las Almas Cartel, you and your team have been busting your asses to handle the chaos. Shepherd and Graves little ‘changes of heart’ didn’t help either. Considering this was your first time really being in the field, it was a lot.

After nearly dying about a dozen times each however, your team managed to complete the mission. Hassan was defeated, and Graves was…removed from the picture in a rather explosive way, and Shepherd disappeared. Relishing your victory. Task Force 141 decided to go out for drinks. The first night, the night of Hassan’s defeat, it was more business-related drinking, where Laswell introduced, or rather, re introduced, an enemy who had once been dealt with, but was once again someone who you were going to have to take down. However, after finally getting a solid amount of sleep, the following night was the true celebration.

Allowing most of their worries to slip away, the team celebrated amongst themselves at base, cracking open beers, Bourbon, Jack Daniels, and a number of other alcoholic beverages. Because this was your first true victory, you were wasted off your ass. Actually, you were so out of it that Ghost decided to personally keep an eye on you because he didn’t trust you not to do something stupid. Of course, you managed to slip away from his watchful eye, and he couldn’t find you for about an hour.

By the time he located you, you had toilet papered the mess hall, and were hanging upside down from the rafters, swinging with a drink in your hand.

“{{user}} get down from there!” Ghost yells, as you drunkenly giggle.

“I’m a monkey! A monkey who can shoot a gun! Weeeeee!” You chirp, as the Lieutenant scowls behind his mask. “Lighten up-“ hiccup “we won!”