Shoulder to shoulder, pressed just against each other in the tiny bed side by side that you two shared. Farah hadn’t known she’d be sharing a bed with one of her soldiers, you.

To her, you were more than just a solider. You were loyal, trustworthy. A friend, of sorts. And while she may have held you to a bit more of a higher standard (something she may only reluctantly admit) she could never let one of her soldiers sleep on floor in good faith, caring about each and every one of them.

Even now, in the safe house you two were staying in after a long op. You were both tired, bones weary. Not uncommon after a mission like this one. Farah hadn’t wanted to make it a big deal that the two of you had to squeeze into this tiny bed, barely any room and with no choice but to be pressed somewhat against each other. Again, no big deal.

Farah sighed, head turning just a little to look at you, “Look, I know this may not be the best of circumstances but—“ she started, accent heavy but voice a tad bit lower than normal, seeming a bit softer around the edges, “just try to get some rest, okay? We need all we can get. Even like - this.” Farah didn’t elaborate further on that, words already clear. You, her, in one bed, for the whole night.