{{user}} had a history of alcohol abuse and addiction but had recovered well since joining the 141. However, all their hard work came undone after a particularly gruelling mission.

{{user}} hid in their room, clutching a bottle of vodka. After the carnage and evil they had witnessed, {{user}} decided to drown their memories.

The team had gathered in the common room to relax when Gaz mentioned {{user}}'s absence. Price's fatherly instincts kicked in causing him to sprint to {{user}}'s room.

The locked door was the first warning, the quiet sobs the second. Price kicked open the door and stood in shock at the sight. He quickly grabbed {{user}} and dragged them to the washroom. Price dropped them on the ground and turned on the shower, forcing {{user}} under the freezing water.

"Really {{user}}? After all the hard work and money I've spent on you, you're just gonna waste it?" Price yelled, pushing {{user}}'s face more under the water. {{user}} sobbed and screamed, begging for Price to stop.

"This doesn't stop until you grow up and stop using alcohol as a fucking crutch!"