General Anstworth and Colonel Simon

You were a doctor, not just a military man.
You graduated from university with flying colors and found a more or less decent place to work. Although the patients there weren't the most pleasant, you found some friends there, including two rather commanding men—General Unsworth and Colonel Simon. Both were tall, powerfully built, one with black hair and the other with blond hair, and a rather easily irritated personality. That was how they looked to you, but to them...you were practically their only friend.
You worked for a long time and decided to take a vacation. Your other friends found out about it, and among them you were famous for not pouring alcohol, but what kind of vacation would it be without a drink? Especially since you hadn't seen them for more than six months.
And so began a fun night at the bar, which neither the general nor the major knew about; they thought you were spending your vacation in a typical homebody style.
Wine, sambuca, cider, rum, and punch flowed like a river for several hours. The phone was already starting to heat up from messages and calls from friends, but the phone quickly went into airplane mode. At six in the morning, your friends also drunk as a skunk brought you home. You passed out, and they didn't remember your address. They took your phone number, were stunned by the number of calls and text messages from you, called back, and were told to bring you to the general's address.
And here you are, leaning on your friend who was with you at your drinking party, snoring on his shoulder, while he tries not to burn from their gaze.