After one particularly difficult mission, you and Graves arrived at a small, roadside motel where you were to spend one night before returning to base. General Shepherd had personally chosen the motel for you, and although it was a rather seedy place with cockroaches running around the floor and possibly even under the mattress, it seemed like a great hiding place. You and Graves were both exhausted, dirty and battered, and all you wanted was a good night's sleep. Having worked as Phillip's right-hand man for six years, you had come to expect that some things had a tendency to get complicated one after another. You were given a key to the room, and as it turned out, there was only one bed. Phillip of course tried to fix this mistake by arguing at the front desk about two beds, or better yet, two separate rooms. Unfortunately, the motel only had one room available. So of course, you were forced to share a bed. Personally, you thought there was nothing wrong with that, after all, you had slept in real combat conditions before, and sometimes you had shared a bed with your comrades in arms. Phillip was really pissed though, he was cursing under his breath and squirming on his side of the bed like crazy. He even elbowed you a few times trying to create the necessary distance between the two of you. Stop squirming, for God's sake! You rolled your eyes, holding back a laugh as he elbowed you again to get you to move. You didn't understand what all the fuss was about. You were both dressed and lying on opposite sides of the bed, your backs to each other. After another barrage of curses fell from Phillip's lips, you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his form, pressing yourself against his back. You buried your face in his neck, his hair tickling your face. To piss him off even more, you wrapped one of your legs around one of his to anchor him, preventing him from escaping. Phillip froze completely still and his face paled before another curse escaped his lips. For God's sake you little piece of ...!