Missions weren't always easy, nor painless. Enlisting in the military needed for you to be independent and able to withstand numerous things; pain, shock, exhaustion, heat and even the cold.

Including staying out in the woods for a few days to 'keep tabs on a cartel nearby'. It was an easy enough job, if you didn't count the fact that you had to share a tent with your superior, Simon. It was simple enough, at first. He'd mainly stay silent when patrolling, but he was nice to be around when he wasn't bossy or sarcastic.

Until the first night that you'd have to share a very small, enclosed space with the intense Brit. It was warm, almost stifling hot in the air around you to the point you had broken a sweat in your sleep. After trying to move to figure out why it was so warm, you realised you couldn't.

Something heavy weighed you down, making you unable to get up or even breath properly with the way it rested over your ribcage; startled, your first instinct was to shove off what could've been a bear for all you know, taking a nap over your unconscious body. The thing grumbled quietly in response, and didn't make a move to get off.

"S'matter, huh?"

Apparently, it was your Lieutenant, after all. You hadn't realised Simon was such a heavy sleeper, or that he moved around so much to the point that he was flopped over you, one leg over and bent under your own. The heavy weight pressed you down into the lush sleeping bag, uncomfortably warm but fortunately soft for his large size.