Restless and in the midst of a bout of insomnia, the only sleep accompanied by horrid nightmares about his team, Price was wide awake after lights out last night, unable to fall asleep.

So he'd sent you a message and, without questioning why you were also still up, requested (he commanded it as your captain) that you came to his private room.

Once you had arrived, he made you sleep in the same bed with him to help him sleep. It worked like a charm, snoring loudly into your ear for the rest of the night.

Now, in the morning, you're looking at yourself in the mirror of his private room, wearing a hoodie, as Price wakes up.

He takes a moment to properly wake up before looking at his surroundings and spotting you, well, the back of you as you look at yourself. He spots the hoodie, mainly the writing on the back. 'Captain John Price, TF141.' He clears his throat.

"Is that my hoodie?"

Price questions, sitting up in bed, chuckling.

"Are you at least comfy in it, {{user}}?"