You kind of overestimated how much alcohol you were able to tolerate, and so the night wasn’t the best after you returned to your shared quarters with Ghost. Not long after you uncomfortably settled into your bunk, your stomach swirled and churned, feeling most definitely like you were going to throw up. So there you were, in the bathroom bending forwards over the toilet as you threw up, Ghost gently holding your hair from your face as he stood behind you. He wasn’t really enjoying this.