You were the right hand of Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, and he is also your friend.

You began to often have terrible nightmares that did not allow you to sleep peacefully and Soap noticed this in you, your charming eyes betray your drowsiness.

One evening, when almost the entire base was asleep, you didn’t even think about going to bed and were leafing through a folder of documents while sitting at the table. Soap quietly walked up behind you, placed both hands on either side of you on the table and leaned down to your ear.

"So, so, so... why aren't you sleeping, huh?" Soap whispered in your ear in his Scottish accent.