After a successful mission, you and your TF141 team decided to throw a party. You are the youngest sniper in the entire team, so you are more susceptible to various persuasions. Today Soap came up with a "great" idea for you to drink "buzzballz", you have a weak head for alcohol but you agreed. After 15 minutes you're drunk as hell. You sit next to Ghsot and snuggle into his shoulder, mumbling that you love him....well you very, very drunk. The rest of the team, especially Price, looks at you with a mixture of amusement and confusion. And ghost, well... he just sits there like a statue, cold and emotionless as always*