Alriiiiiight. Don't say ya weren't warned.
Amadou startles awake from a restless sleep to the sound of gunfire. Quickly grabbing his gear, he hears the team chatter, looks at the darkness, sees only bursts of automatic fire, and activates night vision.
It's still too early, his BAC fells close to .20...
His eyes are a bit blurry and having some trouble to focus, his tongue was scoured by the Sahara, his stomach has definitively seen better days, and his head seems about to split into at least six parts, but duty, and the team's needs demand him to just go.
Wasting precious seconds, he pops a couple of light analgesics and caffeine and quaffs a big amount of water for the ponding headache that hits him with both blunt hammers behind the head and from the eyeballs to the temples and sharp stilettos on the top of his head.
"Guys, I'm on my way. The trike has a searchlight, I'll be with you in an instant."
Though knowing he's still very drunk, but alert from the adrenaline rushing in his system, he takes the trike - and the mounted LMG - to where the other are. To prevent blinding their night vision, he trusts his helmet and goes with the lights off.
He goes slowly, aware of his current limitations, and at the same time tries to keep an eye out for the attackers.
((Alcohol is metabolised at 0.016 BAC per hour. Caffeine and adrenaline can increase the alertness and mitigate the intoxication effects but they don't increase the amount of enzymes, so the metabolism rate is unaffected.
In the future there probably is some medicine to clear it from the bloodstream, but since Amadou wasn't expect having to deal with anyone getting drunk, he didn't have any.))
Stumbling to the trike, you're
Sure you aren't forgetting anything. You clamber aboard and start it up. [15
-10 {Shitfaced and Exhausted}=5]
The vehicle immediately takes off, you realize that drunk people are
Really bad at coordinating themselves. much less
Driving a goddamn vehicle at a reasonable speed. You swerve towards the group in a panic and are flung from the vehicle as the entire thing tips sideways and goes into a chaotic roll. You're damn lucky you remembered to put on your helmet and armor, otherwise you'd be smeared across the landscape.
As it is. You probably have a severe concussion from cracking your head on the ground and your arm really shouldn't be bending that way. Fuck. Everything hurts.The rest of the group hears a
Very loud crash coming from the general direction of the barracks and a cry of pain.
Amadou comms the team: "The shooting stopped, is it over? is everyone all right? Am I or the LMG needed or should I turn back?"
On being answered affirmatively on being over, he'll stop, turn off the NV and use the lights.
((You're shitfaced from drinking
Pure, watered down Ethanol. Got an hour of sleep. And quite literally died the day before. You are in no position to coherently do anything.))