The missions were long, same as the days. Each new mission just stacked on to your already tired body and mind. Hence the reason you were lying on the floor of your room, sprawled out for comfort.

Nikto was looking for you, you could hear his Russian accent mixing with your name as he called out.

“{{user}}? Have you seen my -“ He paused, having walked into your room and not seen you, then looked down and saw you on the floor.

“I feel as if I should not ask, but I am intrigued.”