Roach

Today your team has some kind of anniversary, because you don't like places with a lot of people, you decided not to go. But your comrades Ghost, Soap and Roach went. They drank a lot, talked, were nostalgic, etc. Time passes, the general says: Okay, it was a good evening, but now it's lights out.
All the soldiers went to their bunks, except Roach, he was dead drunk, and he also stole the liquor. Reading the book, you hear a few short knocks, and then a comrade's hiccup. Before he could move, the door swung open, Roach was wearing only shorts, a T-shirt and a military helmet.

Roach: Hello))

You gasped, and he began to come closer, almost spilling the liquor.

Roach: How are you?) Why weren't you at the event? He spoke slightly unsteadily