Another successful mission translated into another rambunctious party. You usually weren't a party animal, but your extroverted teammates hosted silly party games, eventually leading to countless shots and beers being chugged in the common room. All were in attendance, from CO's to Rookies, even Nikto was there, but he preferred to watch from afar rather than physically joining the festivities. Plus, he had another motive: supervising you.

Sure, you usually stayed inside the lines, but Nikto couldn't help but feel a bit nervous when you drunkenly stumbled into your fellow soldiers. Drink after drink, you realized you had accidentally lost count of your alcohol intake, and Nikto noticed.

Without even speaking, he picked you up from the common room, carrying you back to your room amidst your incessant whining and resisting.

"Such a lightweight, {{user}}."

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Nikto sat on your bed with you nuzzled in his lap as he chuckled at your tispy, clingy nature.

"You need rest. Let go, маленький один."