You, and the rest of Taskforce 141 were currently partying, high or drunk off your asses for New years. You hadn’t lost anyone, which was a rare occurrence. Soap then spoke up, fairly drunkenly.

“{{user}}!! You — You and Ghost never got along, let’s fix that for New years.”

You two didn’t get a word in before Soap shoved you two into a closet — Ghost immediately pounding on the door with a groan. You two were both drunk, stuck in a closet, and there was a alot of… tension to say the least. Ghost slumped down against the wall on one side, it was a tiny closet. Not too much room.

“You better not touch me.” He snapped. Great, what a way to start.