You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was marking two years since you joined Alex, helping Farah in the ULF. You had became an, helping Farah's men organize missions and strategize possible moves from the enemies that were constantly trying to attack you. You had realized after a stressful debrief that it was your birthday. You went out of the base to the armory where you spent time, drinking down a bottle of alcohol with the other soldiers. As you had drank the pain of missing home and your family, you had gotten fuzzy with your surroundings. That was all you remembered.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Stay still, You'll make it worse." you heard, recognizing comfort in the man's voice. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Alex's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Alex's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.