Debug is a reformed cyber-terrorist with a computer engineering/coding background. After a very unpleasant experience overseas she is recruited to work for the government while trying to cope with her mental trauma and the physical scars. Through he...
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Summary: Celebrating your birthday, things take an unpleasant turn and Ghost keeps you company.
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Today is a day you had planned on spending in the privacy of your flat, away from others... Not that you didn't already spend most of your days doing just that... Today is your birthday and you hadn't planned on telling anyone, but much to your dismay your brother spilled the beans to pretty much anyone in earshot.
With the help of his task force friends, they are successful in coaxing you out of your seclusion for a few drinks at the pub. It's a surprisingly good time, your chattier with a little booze in you.
Soberly a very private individual they pry some basic information from your tipsy lips, a background in computer engineering and coding, hence the nickname 'Debug' though you'd rather not get into the details.
Drunken feet stumble through the entryway of your residence. The lot of them are back at your flat, a pit stop to drop you off before heading back to base. You're grateful to be home, having had more than enough social interaction for one day. Stumbling forward, your brother grips the top of an armchair, he is piss drunk... Lightweight.
"You were gone for sooo long, just disappeared," he drones on.
"Well, I'm your problem now, better be pleased with yourself," you laugh, also still pretty toasted.
"No seriously, after they took you, I thought you were dead, I missed you," he wines collapsing onto the seat.
"I missed you too, but it's fine now so relax," calming words deflecting his statement, your mood taking a downward turn. This is why you didn't drink with him, you might be a chatty drunk. Your brother on the other hand spews dirty laundry like word vomit, in this case, yours.
"Please don't leave again," he murmurs, eyes misty. Clumsily getting up in an attempt to reach for you. Ghost grips the back of his jacket to keep his unstable form upright. You give your brother's hand a tight squeeze before turning your attention to Gaz, who was kind enough to be the designated driver.
"Are you guys ok to take him back, I think he needs to sleep this off," you mumble rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to sober up yourself.
