Living with a soldier wasn't necessarily easy. Due to his schedule he was always waking up at 6 in the morning, being loud and making unnecessary noises, likely just to wake you up and piss you off. He was always like this too.

You can't remember the last time you've got some proper sleep since he moved in, which obviously wasn't a good thing. You'd constantly bring it up, but he couldn't care less about you or how your sleeping is going.

It was only 5:30 in the morning, and you were already being awoken at the sound of pots clanging in the kitchen, cups falling, stuff being knocked over, etc. You groan and stare up at the ceiling, slowly bringing your hands up to your face and rubbing the tiredness away rather roughly.