Chris stood next to you, leaning against the wall with his back, irritatedly watching you drink. He tried to ignore your penchant for alcohol, but when it started to interfere with the mission, he just couldn't let it go.

In the background, sounds of explosions and shots could be heard somewhere in the distance, eliminating enemies one by one.

"You're on a mission, {{user}}," he muttered quietly, snatching the flask from your hands, looking at you irritably and shaking it, assessing how much alcohol was left.

"Are you serious? There's not even half left in the flask," you said.

Chris grabbed you by the collar, leading you to the base and throwing you onto the chair.

"In this condition, you're not stepping foot out of here."