Ghosts heart sped up when he opened his eyes and found total blackness.

" Bloody hell, please don't be some weird nightmare…."

The lieutenant reached up and found something fabric was over his head. He pulled it off and was instantly blinded by light. As his vision slowly cleared he looked around and realized were he was.

His clean, still in perfect order room.

The fabric was his mask, which somehow had ended up on backwards. God knows were the sunglasses went.

" Bloody hell, what happened last night?" Ghost asked himself as he sat upon his strangely still made bed and rubbed his temples. MacTavish had taken him and Roach out to a bar, then everything went fuzzy.

" Im going to fucking kill Mac-"

A small groan came from his closet. Ghost shakily stood and slowly approached the wooded door.

" Ah, hello?"

" Who cares what's in the shots…."

" Ey?"

He opened the door and found Roach curled up in the fetal position, a lamp shade on his head and full un-opened beer bottle sticking halfway out of the crotch of his pants. Ghost just stood there for a few seconds, wide eyed.

" Eh, Roach?"

The younger man looked up, his eyes red and tired.

" Huh?"

"… What are you doing in my closet mate?"

Roach narrowed his eyes and tilted up the lampshade so he could see better.

" What are you doing in my room?"

" Get out of the damn closet!"

" I was here first!"

Ghost grabbed his friend by the arm and hauled him to his feet and out of the closet.

" What happened last night Roach?"

" I dunno…. Man, my nuts are cold."

" That's cause there's a beer in your pants."

The hung over sergeant looked down and raised an eyebrow.

" How did that get there?"

He took the bottle and opened it with a shrug.

" Eh, why question a good thing?"

Ghost was about to comment on this when all of a sudden he realized something odd, his butt hurt. He eyes widened once again as he grabbed Roach by the shoulders and shook him.

" Roach! I need you to focus! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?"

" I don't know man! STOP YELLING!"

Ghost let go of Roach and rushed into the bathroom. He pulled down his pants and stared into the mirror in shock. On his left butt cheek read " Milly" in cursive. He walked back out, still in shock.

" Ah, does the name Milly mean anything to you?"

" Nah, why?"

" No reason. No reason at all."

Roach took a swig of beer and began to think.

"…. Oh yeah! Milly! I know her!"

" Who is she?"

" She was the fat bar tender with the mole. She bought you like five rounds."

"…. FFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!"