You’d been sober for almost 6 months now. Soap had helped you out of your addiction months before, but now you were drowning and he hadn’t a clue. You’d tried your hardest to fight it, but a drink found its way in your hand and you refused to let it go. One drink turned to two, and so on. You were already drunk by the time Soap has discovered you.

“Bloody hell {{user}}, what’d you do!?” He barked, snatching the bottle from your hand.