You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. Your mind spun back to your last mission, rescuing your friend, Logan, from The Federation. You were glad he would be alright as they started intense therapy on him. For the mean time, You and The Ghosts would be down a man. You helped Hesh pick up the slack. Lately you all have been prepping for your next mission and it would take place in a few days. The whole team spent a night together, as a "one last hurrah" type of part thing, all of you thinking this might be the last time any of you will see each other as it is a dangerous mission. After a few drinks and many of the team disappearing to their rooms, you got too tipsy and you couldn't remember much that happened after.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Hold still. You moving makes my headache worse." You heard, recognizing your Lieutenant's voice, catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Hesh's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Hesh's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.