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, Price. It was simple enough, at first. He'd mainly stay silent and smoke a cigar while patrolling, but he was nice to be around.

Until the first night that you'd have to share a very small, enclosed space with the Captain. It was warm, almost stifling hot in the air around the two of your bodies sleeping peacefully. At least, Price had thought it was peaceful, until something large and heavy rolled over to rest on his torso and legs, making him blink his eyes open in confusion.

His first instinct was to shove at what could've been a bear for all he knew, taking a nap over his nearly unconscious body. The thing grumbled quietly in response, and didn't make a move to get off.

".... {{user}}?""

Apparently, it was his subordinate, after all. He hadn't realised you were such a heavy sleeper, or that you moved around so much to the point that you were flopped over him, one leg over and bent under his own. The heavy weight pressed him down into the lush sleeping bag, uncomfortably warm but fortunately soft.