It was a quiet night, not even the wind daring to disturb the peaceful darkness. The silence in the shared dorm was only broken by the ocassional snoring or soft breaths.

You rested in a rather questionable position, but it didn't seem to interrupt your moment of calm, while your Lieutenant just slept as usual, turned to the wall on his side, his hand under his pillow, his fingertips lightly brushing against the gun hidden underneath the soft material. But suddenly...

CRACCKKK!!

Both of you jolted awake in an instant at the unexpected loud noise, Simon already gripping his gun. Neither of you saw anyone or anything alerting, but then your gazes slowly slid to the lightly deformed, plastic water bottle on your nightstand that reflected the moonlight across the room.

"I swear to God... If I see that damn thing in this place ONE MORE FUCKING TIME-"

Ghost bursted out in stress, his jaw tensing, his eyes digging literal holes into your mind.

"Switch to a fucking cup!!"

He managed to croak out as he slammed his fist into the matress three times, then rubbing his face, tried to calm his nerves back down.