You had come back to the base late at night after a mission, your body ached, your head pounded, and your eyelids felt heavy.

Gaz walked into the common room, seeing you sitting on a chair with your head back and your hands on your stomach as you slept.

“Dammit, Sargent.” Gaz sighs, picking you up and gently carrying you to his quarters so you could sleep peacefully.