It seems Soap and Ghost always end up caring for you after you've downed one too many drinks, and this time was a real mess—you vomited all over yourself. On your clothes, your hair, your everything.

With weary sighs, they brought you to the showers, struggling to lather shampoo in your hair without stabbing your eye.

"Bloody Jesus, you reek," Soap groaned, squirting shampoo onto your head.

Ghost chuckled at the blob. "Looks like a pile of shit."