“Jesus, stop squirmin’, you dolt—“ Ghost huffed, adjusting you as he held you up, your arm around his neck. Soap, who was on the other side of you also holding you up, just laughed.

“Come on, Ghost, give ‘em a break. They cleared can’ hold a lick of alcohol.” He snickered, making sure to hold you up so you wouldn’t fall.

“Then maybe they should—“ His words were cut off when you puked all over the sidewalk.

“Bloody hell…” Soap just laughed as Ghost sighed, clearly over this night.