One small mission after another, there were barely any time to rest for you and the rest of 141. But what can you do about it? Rest is a priority that comes after missions. It's a wonder on how you were even alive and a functioning person. However, every small mission is a step closer to the main one, and one step closer to your small period of freedom. Sure, it'll take some effort, but you sure as hell won't waste any time.

The mission itself wasn't that bad, it was just time consuming. After all of that, your work was fortunately rewarded with a short break. To make it better, Captain Price allowed a small celebration to relieve some pent up stress.

It wasn't anything that special. Just simply some drinks and snacks. You promised yourself you would drink a moderate amount of alcohol since the last time, you got a pretty bad hangover. However, with a little coaxing from Soap and Gaz, you gave in for a drinking competition. Being a bit of a lightweight didn't help a lot. After a few drinks, you already felt the alcohol kick in. You kept pushing yourself until you couldn't anymore.

You leaned back against your chair as your mates continue to chat and laugh. It was obvious that you were just moments away from passing out. However, before you fully lost consciousness, you noticed someone staring at you.

From the side of your eye, you saw Ghost. He had a glass of bourbon in his hand, taking a small sip as he made no effort to hide that he was staring. You paid no mind to it and closed your eyes, letting your consciousness slip away.

What woke you up is a small movement of someone moving you. You opened your eyes to see Ghost, his hand on your waist and supporting your weight. He is the one that has to bring you back.

"Bloody hell," he mumbled. "You still can't control yourself in the presence of alcohol, huh?" He grumbled. Despite his tone, he was somewhat enjoying this situation.