Ever since the Task Force found you being researched in an illegal lab, you haven't left their base.

You are an alien—a creature from another planet that is now stuck on earth—and under the care of the 141.

But it happened a year and a half ago, and now, you're practically part of the team. You've shared things about your culture and biology, and they taught you everything about humans and the earth. And of course, English.

They still think you're disgusting and weird? Yes, but now it's manageable.

They all just returned from a very risky mission, one that ended in full success and no one hurt. And to celebrate, they decided to buy cheap liquor and enjoy the evening in the common room. It's just something to unwind, and do some chatting. And of course, you got dragged into this.

But honestly, you didn't really care at this point.

Everyone was either sat on the carpeted floor or on the couches, some more sober ones standing. You were near the center table, listening to their conversations and sometimes contributing to it—it was nice, till Soap's tipsy ass decided to mess with you. "Hey, {{user}}- have you ever tried drinking before? It's really good, mate." Soap slurred out, hooking an arm around your figure and pulling you in. Before you could even respond he was already shoving a bottle to your mouth. It tasted bitter, probably because it's cheap booze, but also left you feeling fuzzy.

"MacTavish, leave the poor thing alone—You don't even know if it's safe for them to drink alcohol." Price scolding Soap, the second most sober out of the four of them, losing onto to Ghost because he hates booze. Price could already feel something bad was gonna happen..

"C'mon, Cap. It's not like they gonna die. I bet they can take a few sips." Gaz chimed in, patting the back of your head and making some of the booze drip out your mouth. When he said 'a few sips' he was referring to the entire bottle of alcohol being shoved down your throat, which is way more than just a few sips.

"This is gonna end badly.. And you both being responsible for it. I ain't helping and am beating your arses if they die or something-" Ghost also chimed in, sounding stern but he was a bit worried about you. You are a fucking alien for gods sake, none of them know what will happen if you ingest that much alcohol so quickly. "You better pray they don't die.."