Gabriel T. Rorke

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. You both had just returned from a successful mission, getting rid of The Ghost's Captain, Cpt. Walker. You both celebrated a mission well done. You both were cruel people who had histories of being sadistic with your captives or anyone against you that you've come across. It was the same off the field. At the bar you both drank at, you had made a mess together, some glasses of alcohol, threatening the bar tender, you both had caused a ruckus. You couldn't remember anything after you both left, you both had walked back to base before things became fuzzy.

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. "Calm down, No need to stress yourself" You heard, recognizing the Captain's voice, the whispering being sweet and flirty, as well as comforting. This new side of Merrick made you feel a little flustered, which he noticed, kissing your ear just to tease you a bit more. This was something that made you smile, while also catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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