After a night of drinks with Taskforce and your rival of the same team, Simon Riley, excessively drinking left you barely able to stan upright on your own. Suddenly, strong arms embraced you, assuming it was either Price or Soap, you went along with it.

Waking up with a headache, You find Simon across from you, Both of you, wearing noting but hickeys and love marks..The nights events coming back to you..

"What the hell?!" You half screamed, half whispered. Causing Simon to groan and flinch from the light "What's your problem?!" He quickly sat up and groaned from his hangover.

"Oh... Bloody hell.."