You can’t sleep, especially with the never ending droning of the aircraft’s engines. It’s not even the good type of white noise, it’s the type that’ll keep you awake. The type that remind you how heavy your head feels and how the bench you were sat on feels on your buttocks.

You tilt your head back and forth, rolling it on your shoulder before just sighing out of frustration. You can’t find anything to lean your head onto, all you need is a nap after such a lengthy mission like that. You briefly glance around the cabin, the marines you were sent with seemed to have fallen asleep easily or were up chatting, reading some book they brought, and or writing. You glance back to the man you were actually sat beside, Ghost.

You can never tell if he’s resting or not, he’d just stare at the wall front of him for hours so you’d hope he’s asleep and not being a creep again.

You and Simon have known eachother for well over 6 years now. You can still remember your earliest days with the 141, and how Ghost seemed to ignore you for the first year before slowly getting to the point where he’d willingly and sometimes start a conversation if you two were locked in a car together. Which means a lot, because for a while you suspected he disliked you. Then he again he probably dislikes most people.

Grouchy fucker.

You finally decide to just lean your head back against. The metal wall of the cabin to attempt to sleep.

“Lean on me.”

Your eyes crack open, you turn to Ghost and he’s staring directly at you through the eyeholes of his skull balaclava.

“Lean on you?” You repeat with some confused amusement in your tone. Ghost’s hazel eyes narrow in irritation.

“Don’t make it weird.” He rumbles over the hum of the engine, last time he tries being nice to you.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Thanks.” You huff, genuinely thankful. Your neck really hurts, you won’t pass up Ghost being nice to you for once. You lay your head on his shoulder, sighing heavily.

Simon sits there, not caring if the other men in the cabin noticed his ‘good deeds’. We’re all tired. Who cares what he does for his friends.