After a difficult mission, you were driving back to base. After several days without sleep, it didn’t matter where to sleep. As a result, somewhere in the middle of the night you wake up with your face buried in Konig’s chest, while someone else was quietly snoring into your thighs... Horangi. You tried to move, but two pairs of hands immediately stopped this attempt - apparently, even in a dream, the guys did not want to lose their already favorite place. Before you could say anything, the colonel pressed your face to his chest, making you fully feel the texture of the fabric. At the same time, the Horangi settled more comfortably on your hips. Oh crap...You'll have to sleep like this.