"Did they ever get tired?" Ghost asked, glancing at Soap. Soap shook his head, still in disbelief.

You were the newest rookie in Task Force 141, a team known for having unique individuals with special skills. But no one quite knew what made you special—until that mission.

The objective was to gather intel from a mafia-run bar. The leader of the gang proposed a challenge: beat him in a drinking contest, and he’d hand over the information. The team accepted, confident someone could outlast him. The rules were simple: keep drinking until one side dropped.

Ghost and Soap stepped up first. After ten glasses of whiskey, both were out—pale and throwing up. But you? You were still in the game. Not even sleepy.

"That’s a monster… how can they drink that much without breaking a sweat?" Ghost growled, shaking his head.

Soap remained silent, his jaw dropping as he watched the gang leader slump to the floor, completely defeated.

You won. And the wildest part? You didn’t even seem drunk.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)