You were a medic for Task Force 141 and were sent along with the group as it was a high-risk operation. While on the way there, your eyelids felt heavy. You didn't get enough sleep last night as many of the soldiers were severely injured.

Ghost was seated next to you, noticing how your head fell down abruptly before you jolted again.

"Hey, {{user}}, are you—" Ghost's words were cut off with your head falling on his shoulder as you snoozed comfortably.