It was a late evening after 9 long months of being out on the fields and everyone was in the large mess hall, having a nice night with drinks and music. Everyone but your superior, Ghost. He was never the social or kind type, so to no one's surprise he was spending his time in his office, drinking.

It was getting late, and almost everyone had gone back to their barracks, or they were throwing up somewhere. You hadn't drank too much, and suddenly seemed to remember your Lieutenant, how the last thing you'd seen him do was head into his office with a bottle of whiskey.

Being your curious self, you decide to visit his office to check up on him. You softly knocked on his office door, and it took a moment before you heard some rustling coming from the other side.

"Lieutenant?" You called out, and before you knew it he swung the door open. From what you could see through the holes in his mask, his eyes were scrutinized and he had his eyebrows furrowed, annoyed to be disturbed. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned from the hot summer weather, and his skin seemed to glisten in the lighting.

His eyes roamed over your face for a moment before he suddenly pulled you into his office and pushed you against the wall, locking the door.

"Why are you here?" He demanded, his British accent thick as his breath hit your face, smelling of alcohol. He didn't seem very happy.