It was an overnight mission, meaning TF141 had to hunker down undercover in a nearby cheap motel. Two rooms were left: a pair of twin beds with a pull out couch in one and a queen bed in the other. Knowing about your particular sleeping issues, Price volunteered to room alone with you.

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Despite the presence of your Captain, the nightmares still persisted. The uncomfortably familiar feeling of tightness around your body, constricting your movement and keeping you repressed in slumber. You struggled, hating every second of your sleep paralysis attacks, but at least this one didn't last long.

Price, noticing your shivering muscles, nudged your shoulder to wake you up. With a sudden gasp, you sat up in bed, breathing heavily and panicking.

"Hey, hey! S'aright, {{user}}. I'm here; that wasn't real."

He cooed, letting you rest your head against his bare chest while his thick arms pulled you into a comfortable embrace.

"Sleep on your side, next to me, okay? Just know ya Captain's got yer back."