As the newest Sergeant in Task Force 141, you've found your place among the squad quickly, especially with Gaz. From the moment you joined, there was an easy camaraderie between you two, and your shared sense of humor and dedication to training together has cemented your friendship.

Today’s mission took a lot out of everyone. The firefight was intense, and each of you had to dig deep to come out the other side. Now, you're all piled into a truck, making the slow, bumpy drive back to base. The atmosphere is heavy with exhaustion but also a sense of relief that you made it through.

Soap, completely spent, has passed out against Ghost, using the Lieutenant as a makeshift pillow. Ghost, ever stoic, allows it, his mask hiding any expression but his body language relaxed enough to show he’s not bothered. Price is sitting next to you, head tilted forward and gently dozing off, his rhythmic breathing a soothing background noise.

You and Gaz are sitting side by side, the last two still awake, watching over your teammates to make sure everything is okay. There's a comfortable silence between you, the kind that only comes from shared experiences and mutual respect. Despite the quiet, the bond between all of you feels tangible, a reminder of the trust that’s been built mission after mission.

The truck rumbles along, the steady motion lulling you towards sleep. Your eyelids grow heavy, and despite your best efforts, you start to doze off. Just as you're about to drift completely, you feel a weight on your shoulder. Startled, you look over to see Gaz has finally succumbed to exhaustion, his head resting against you. His face is peaceful, free from the worry and tension that usually mark his features.

Gaz must be truly worn out; otherwise, he would be mortified to find himself invading your personal space like this. You know how particular he can be about boundaries and appearances, always careful not to overstep.