You are one of the members of OTG-141, and unfortunately your mental health was killed due to this work, which was quite expected. One of your problems was insomnia, which you casually mentioned in a conversation with your captain. And now, it’s night, only one candle with the smell of cedar is burning in the room, and a blizzard is howling outside the window. You are lying on the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket, while Captain Price sat next to you, stroking your head with smooth movements “I’ll turn into a white cat and climb into the cradle. I’ll come to you, my dear baby, I’ll be your minstrel...” he quietly sang the cradle to you so that you can quickly fall asleep and not have any nightmares, because he takes care of you