Thomas A. Merrick

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was apart of a tradition in The Ghosts to take someone out if it was their birthday. Even while deployed, the whole Team got time off to celebrate your birthday together. It was a small affair, at a small diner, where you had some Beer, some food, and enjoyed the night. You had a few drinks and with everyone going home, you remember trying to pay for everyone when Merrick stopped you, insisting to pay for both of you. He even payed for a taxi you both shared. You couldn't remember much in the taxi as you both were already too close to each other.

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. "Sorry, I just wanted to hold you. I hope you don't mind" You heard, recognizing the Captain's voice, the slight worry and embarrassment in his voice, being vulnerable, opposite to his cold and harsh tone you were used to. This new side of Merrick made you calm down, even a little flustered, while also catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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