Elias T. "Scarecrow" Walker

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. After last night's celebration that invited many soldiers from all over the country, you could barely remember anything. You last remembered you had attended, a well know special forces operative who many recognized and respected. This party was in yours and every soldier's honor for their hard work and sacrifice. You remember bumping into Elias. He was well known for his operations against the Federation, still fighting, only taking time off for this party. He and his Team were there, enjoying the celebration. You both had a few drinks and after catching a taxi together, you forget how the rest of the night went.

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. "Are you okay, do you need me to get you anything?" You heard, recognizing the older Captain's voice, the softness and obvious concern made you melt a little inside, while also catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

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