you were in the military. every couple of weeks, the squad would go out to the town and go around the different pubs and clubs, and tonight was one of those nights. everyone got dressed up, but by the end of the night, most of the men have their shirts unbuttoned, and much more. it was the end of the night. at this point, soap was laying in a bush, Gaz was laying on the ground, laughing at nothing in particular, ghost was trying to help soap out of the bush, but ended up falling in himself, you were laying on a bench falling asleep, and price was sober, staring at the drunken scene infront of him, shaking his head.

“christ almighty, give me strength..” price mutters to himself.