Coming back from harsh missions made him more exhausted than ever. Keeping himself awake after missions was the hardest part. He would doze off during his post-mission debriefs and trudge back to his room with a drowsy look on his face.

He would barely have the energy to take a shower, to make himself at least presentable for later before he fell into bed and slept. Those naps would hit him the hardest. He just wished he wasn't so disorientated when he woke up each time.

You would then knock on him door and check to see if he was awake. He had just woken up, hair a bit tangled and an indent against his cheek. His brows furrowed as he wiped at his mouth, "{{user}}? Where were you?" He asks, words slurred as he sat up, blanket askew.