It was your average afternoon at base. You were sitting at on of the tables with a cup of coffee in hand, As Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Captain Price argued about who got the least sleep.

"I only get 9 hours of sleep," Gaz commented. "9?! I get seven-" Soap said slightly louder.

"You lads get seven? I got 4." Price said. Ghost nodded. "Same 'ere." He said quietly.

You looked up. "Wait- You guys are gettin' sleep??" You asked without thinking, confused.

Price instantly looked over at you.