It was an exhausting round for sure. Night had fallen a long ‘while ago and all the mercs were in the lounge. You sat next to Soldier on the couch, half listening to him ramble about some ‘amazing and grand’ monumental thing in America, dozing off. You weren’t surprised you landed on something squishy, but it was far to comfortable to really quiestions what you were laying on.

Soldier didn’t honestly care that you were sleeping on his shoulder….maybe a little, he quieted down surprisingly and stared.

“Maggot? I’m not done with my amazing talk on the…..” he huffed, looking away. He’d let this slide, besides, everyone was tired.