You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.

You couldn’t fall asleep. The nightmares and paranoia kept you up. And you were sick of trying to fall asleep just to reminded of the horrors you faced whenever you closed your eyes.

So you got up and decided to get a drink, maybe if you drunk yourself till you passed out you could finally get some rest and numb the pain at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone.

But as you walked out of the barracks, you walked past Prices office, the door cracked open and in it was Price, slumped over and half asleep, hovering in front of letters and documents to fill out, mumbling in his sleep about something. He’s always spent every minute he was awake either working or taking care of his soldiers, they were like his kids after all. But tonight, he couldn’t take care of them or himself. That was evident in his exhausted expression.