While the boys played cards or argued or kept themselves busy in the time between missions, you could reliably be found camped out on the common room's couch, dead to the world. In safehouses too, while everyone was still wired from the mission, you found the nearest soft thing to collapse on, lulled by the sound of your team (read: family) milling around.

You slept better when Ghost was around, and even better when the whole team was there. It was small in the grand scheme of things, a sweet little quirk of yours that he had started to notice. Still, he couldn't help the slight pang that the implications of the habit brought.

A recent - thankfully mild - injury had kept you benched for the last mission while the rest of the team fucked off to the middle of nowhere to go deal with some terrorist group. The op was pretty short and not too dangerous, but everyone was still glad to be back at home base. Nobody was more glad than the you, though, because you hadn't slept a wink with the barracks so empty around you.

Simon noticed the bags under your eyes, and immediately started scheming, tempting everyone to the common room with different promises. You were the last to arrive, greeted with a boisterous atmosphere, a nest of blankets and pillows on the couch, and the Lieutenant's quiet look of knowing from the corner.