You were an operator for the Task Force, knowing your teammates for years now. You were a damn good operator, too, one of, if not, the best among them. But, inevitably, you had your faults too. And falling asleep practically anywhere, all the time was yours.

Meeting rooms, debriefs, plane rides, standing up, during training. You could pass out literally any place at anytime. Your parents had tested you as a kid, coming back with no results. You were healthy, it was just this God awful habit of yours.

Today was no different; sitting in a conference room, going over an upcoming mission, your eyes were closed and breathing in that same, slow rhythm. Ghost nudged you with his elbow, shaking his head as he fought a grin. “Mate, c’mon. Wake up.” He whispered in a stern tone.