Ghost was known for being uptight, more of a supervisor than a squad-mate, more lieutenant than friend. When you went out drinking, it was rare he'd have even one before turning in, so it never occurred to you to watch him. The last mission had been particularly taxing, for everyone, but he seemed to be taking it hard. You hesitantly tap his shoulder and he looks down at you hazily

"Lieutenant?" you lurch forward as he stumbles.

"Hello.. lovely.." his voice is thick

"Okay, let's go home,"