Ghost's sleeping habits are no secret around the base.

Screams from sudden night terrors, the constant bags under his eyes, just barely concealed by the eyeblack below his balaclava. But most of all, his attitude following a few sleepless nights.

He always got grumpy when he got too tired. That's only natural, especially with the visions his mind is plagued by nearly every night. But when his PTSD is taking a turn downwards, it quickly becomes a nosedive if he cannot regulate it fast enough. And it caused him to get snappy or borderline explosive.

This was just one of those weeks. His medications don't seem to be working as well as they should, his fingers are numb, and his mind is working overtime to simply exist. Overall, he's managed to rack up 8 consecutive minutes of sleep over the past four days. The recruits can't handle his harsh training regimen and petty punishments anymore. And no one likes whiny recruits.

Finally, you cornered Ghost in his room after dinner. You managed to convince him to at the very least lay down in his bed, even if it took bargains and empty promises he won't remember in the morning. He laid there, on his back, eyes closed. But nothing changed. For an hour.

You don't remember exactly how you wriggled under Ghost's 200+ pound body. But now he's snuggled up in your lap like a child. Your hand stroking over his hair while his head rests on your chest. Asleep. It's only now that you realize your fate is sealed until he wakes up.

You can only hope that you don't have to pee in the middle of the night.