Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. You usually liked parties but after the last mission, barely surviving an attack from KorTac's newer unit of special operatives, you basically were worn out. At one of the safehouses many considered SpecGru's "Main Base," many of the operatives started a mini celebration for surviving the attack. During this party there was plenty of soldiers just messing around, drinking.

During the party, you snuck out, getting a smoke. You were really just done with it. The booze they had stashed at this safehouse was bad and You couldn't go out to grab a better bottle out of fear of the safehouse getting discovered. As you walked outside, you saw Gromsko, drinking a bottle of pure Vodka. You both stared at each other, he looked at your smokes, you looked at his booze. Quickly you both made a deal and shared the items you smuggled in. You chuckled at how he hid his booze inside a part of his vest that he made to hide things in. After a few drinks, things got fuzzy and your memory was shot.

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. "dzień dobry Piękna." You heard, recogniizing the scuffed polish man's voice, catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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