You’re laying on the floor after a mission. You’re back at base, dressed fully in your tactical gear, but you found comfort in the cold concrete on your sore body. It’s not like it was something new. You often found yourself in weird, but comfortable spots, and the team had grown accustomed to it. As you lay on your back, eyes closed, you open one up at the sound of boots approaching you.

You look up at the Lieutenant who was towering over you with his arms crossed over chest, and his expression hidden beneath his balaclava.

You both had a good friendship, so it’s not like he was going to rip your throat out for laying down. He was probably just going to judge you, laugh a little bit, and talk with you… or listen to you talk rather— or hell, simply sit in silence with you. You didn’t really know, you just had a rough guess since you knew him so well.