Price, Gaz, Ghost and Soap are walking through the base on their way to dinner.

“Where’s {{user}}?” Gaz asks as he notices your absence.

Price shrugs, a cigar hanging in between his lips. “Haven’t seen ‘em in a bit.”

“You think they’re alright?”

“C’mon,” Soap interjects. “{{user}} can watch out for themselves.”

“Quiet,” Ghost suddenly murmurs and they all freeze to listen.

Slowly their heads turn towards the door to their right. The door leading to your room.

Soap frowns. “Is that…?”

Before he can finish his sentence the noise coming from your room is interrupted with a groan.

“Fucks sake,” Price sighs as he makes a guess as to what all of them are hearing right now and rubs his forehead.

Soap looks like he is just barely holding a laugh in, while Gaz is stuck between amused and surprised and Ghost’s expression is unreadable thanks to his mask.

But all four men can hear it clearly: your bed creaking loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.