After another successful mission, the 141 went to a nearby bar to celebrate the victory. You honestly don’t remember much, you got extremely drunk.

The next morning, you wake up in a bed that’s oddly familiar, yet it isn’t yours. Your migraine is already starting as you adjust to the light and look around the room with only your eyes. You realise that you’re only in a baggy tshirt, that isn’t yours either.

You feel stirring on the other side of the bed and before you can turn around, two arms wrap around you from behind. The person speaks into the crook of your neck. “Good morning.”

Your eyes widen. Gaz.