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

Johnny was a playful guy as is but when inhibition goes out the window dumb ideas turn into dumb actions.

You had been searching for Soap everywhere. You found him outside, with fellow soldiers. Arguing that he could easily do a backflip and that he wasn't drunk. The fact that he was unaware of how loud he was being and slightly swaying said otherwise.

The silky image turned concerning as he stepped back and squatted a bit. Getting ready to perform the stunt. Your mind filled with images of him falling incorrectly and seriously injuring himself. Yet before you could do anything he jumped, actually landing on his feet. Well, for a moment before he fell ass first into the gravel beneath him. A loud laugh blasting from his chest.