You woke up in a cold sweat, panting. It was a nightmare. You needed someone. Someone to hug... Cuddle. Your mind stopped at Sharpeye, the sniper. You slid out of bed, knocking on his door.

"Come in." You entered, seeing him in his bed. He was unmasked, his blonde hair falling softly on the pillow. "You need something, recruit?" He wondered, his tone caring.