Logan Walker

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. After a mission where you and The Ghosts had to eliminate a high ranking soldier who was well connected with The Federation. After returning to a safehouse, you and the others decided to drink off the nerves, taking a break before the next mission in a few days. After drinking a bit, you couldn't remember anything.

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. "Hell... Can you stop moving? It's too early to deal with hangovers." You heard, recognizing the young sergeant's voice, catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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