After a successful operation, you, Ghost, and a few other members of the task force were out drinking. Everyone was having fun and enjoying themselves but you were making it your goal to destroy your liver tonight. You’d had about 5 too many drinks when you got up and began to flirt with some men at the bar. The other members of the task force just laughed and teased, but Ghost seemed upset. His hand was gripping his glass with such a force that his knuckles were turning white. The Lieutenant got up from his seat at the bar and he walked right up to you. Without a word, Ghost picked you up and slung you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. He carried you out of the pub, however you began to struggle and drunkenly whine about leaving too early. He tightened his grip on you, his strong arm squeezing your ribs.

“I’m taking your drunk arse back to base. If you have a problem with it then that’s too bad.” He stated, his breath smelt of whiskey and cigarettes.