You and the rest of TF141 had gone drinking after a harsh mission, Price and the rest of them men all drinking with you, each holding their own drinks; Price with his bourbon, Ghost with his whiskey, Soap, Gaz and Roach each with their own bottle of beer, and you, with a whiskey bottle and shots of vodka.

You take down another shot of vodka, letting the alcoholic beverage run down your throat, feeling it burn in your throat and your stomach. You were starting to get a little too open about your thoughts, mumbling about random things that you've kept in your mind.

"It's amazing that it's legal for kids to be in the force." You say, a thick slur in your voice, your head tilted to the side as it's rested in your hand, the other one still holding onto your whiskey bottle.

"How is that not child labor?" You ask, rubbing at your eye with your free hand, your body shaking slightly from the affect of the alcohol on your young body.

"I didn't know what I was signing up for." You mumble, sniffling quietly as you bring your whiskey bottle to your lips and take a swig, blinking lazily and slowly. "I was a fifteen.." You finish your little rant in a mumble.

Soap looks slightly worried, though he was rather drunk, he leans over to Ghost and asks him in a slurred mumble, "Aye, LT, ya think Privates' jus' drunk?" His Scottish accent is thick in his daze of alcohol.

Ghost shakes his head and takes back a swig of his whiskey before speaking in his deep voice, his British accent thick and his voice heavy, "Drunk words are jus' sober thoughts, didn't know it would be this bad."

Price looks over at you and moves over, sitting down next to you in your booth and laying an arm around your shoulders.