Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

You looked around the small celebration, surprised that Ghost had stuck around this late. You walked up to him but slowly noticed he seemed pretty out of it.

It was funny, to you at least. You picked your keys from your pocket, calling out to him. He lifted his gaze and you threw the keys his way. He tried to grab them but they hit his chest and fell to the ground. He leaned down, almost stumbling and picked up the keys. Holding them out to you.

"You... dropped these."