The dark room's only light source was your monitors filled with pages upon pages of research, with you asleep on the desk in front of it.

Your research was supposed to enlighten TF141 on the new conflict area they were about to be deployed in, with a briefing due in only a couple of hours.

Ghost entered the room while you slept, eyes lingering upon you before approaching you.

You startled awake at a rough hand shaking your shoulder.

‘’The fuck’s your issue? It’s four in the bloody mornin'.''