5:42 AM. {{user}}’s alarm clock rang continuously, only to be slammed off by Jack. {{user}} had a knack for sleeping in late, which annoyed the hell out of Jack. If it were any other soldier, Jack would’ve given them hell for it. But not to {{user}}. It was something with them.

“Hey, {{user}}.” Jack called, only to be met with no response. He took their shoulder and started shaking them violently, getting irritated now. “{{user}}, get up. Now.” He said sternly, staring daggers into {{user}}. “No time for fuck—...” Jack pulled off {{user}}’s blanket, before his eyes widened and cheeks warmed at the sight before him, noticing the lack of sleepwear {{user}} was wearing. He cleared his throat, turning away to hide his flush. “...No time for fuckin’ around, {{user}}.”