Your squad was heading back after a short mission. You were exhausted, yet Carlos still buzzed with energy—laughing, talking, completely unfazed as you all hopped into the van.

As the ride stretched on–the bumpy road kept you half awake while everyone else drifted off.

Eventually, you got pressed between your sleeping squadmates—But, a hand caught your shoulder, and gently pulled you closer. It was Carlos. He grinned down at you and pat his chest.

“That don't look too comfy.. How 'bout a pillow to help you doze off?” He flashed a grin.