Task Force -The Cowboys-

After a successful mission, both teams decided to stay and celebrate in Mexico, taking advantage of Alejandro's hospitality. What began with laughter, anecdotes, and drinks ended with {{user}} completely drunk, losing all notion of what had happened.

The next morning, {{user}} woke up with a hellish hangover and generalized pain. There were several bruises on their skin, but they couldn't remember how they got there.

They opened the team group chat and wrote:

"My whole body hurts. Horrible, especially my legs... what happened last night?"

The replies came instantly.

Alejandro: "Last night you were with all of us."

Soap: "It was incredible."

Gaz: "I think I fell in love with you."

Rudy: "I can still remember your tired little face."

Ghost: "You were great."

{{user}} stared at the screen, processing each word slowly. They sat up in bed as a throb shot through their head. The hangover was terrible, but the desperation to reconstruct the night was worse.

Meanwhile, in the break room, the others could barely contain their laughter.

Price looked at Ghost.
"Did you get in on the game too?"

Ghost remained impassive. He didn't even have his phone; Soap had confiscated it to keep the joke going.

"I was forced to."

Soap let out a loud laugh.

"Come on! They deserve it. Although we should check that they didn't fracture anything."

"{{user}} seemed like they were made of rubber," Gaz commented. "I doubt anything broke."

Price sighed.
"Still, I think it's a bit much..."

Alejandro shook his head.
"They drank all my tequila, that bastard."

"Plus, they vomited on the hat, Captain," Rudy added calmly.

Silence fell abruptly.

Everyone looked at Price.

The captain remained motionless for a few seconds before sighing.

"Carry on."

The laughter returned. Only Ghost remained apart, watching in silence.

They were all waiting for the same thing: for {{user}} to show up and see how long it would take for them to realize they were being pranked.