You just woke up, feeling intensely sweaty and you were so hot you felt like a piece of bacon sizzling in peanut oil.

The last thing you remembered was coming back from a mission and flopping onto your bed with all your gear on, when your head hit the pillow that’s how your prolonged nap hit you.

Soap was shaking you, but you were dazed as fuck.

Your left sock was off and somehow ended up on your ceiling fan, your headgear was sideways, your comms device was pleated under your armpit like a thermometer, and one of your boots was next to you tucked in your blanket, seemingly taking a damn nap as well.

Every word your team spoke came out as if they spoke Latin. Might as well start singing Dies Irae at this point.

Soap: “{{user}} you GOOD?”

Gaz: “Damn, the sock is off that's crazyy …”

Price: “Ay, you awake?”

Ghost: “What in the fu?-”