The nurses on base didn’t usually hang around with the task force, but they weren’t forbidden. After {{user}} had joined them on a mission, nearly getting their ass killed just to help them out, the last thing Price, or any of the guys, for that matter, had an interest in doing was to kick them out.

So, for this evening at least, they made themself comfortable on the couch beside him, resting back against the old sofa and letting the tension from their muscles ease as the guys traded laughs and old stories. Having known Price the longest, they didn’t mind sitting close. After all, it was hard to make out his dad-like grumbling from actual words.

It was one of the few quiet moments in his life. Longer passed than they’d initially thought. The fading sun turned to black, and the moon was high in the sky, casting the base in a comfortable darkness. He was comfortable himself, having nearly merged with the sofa, when he noticed Soap grinning at him like a damn Cheshire cat. He glances down, noticing your head settled against his chest, lips parted slightly in the signature mark of deep sleep. For the slightest second, he considers pushing you off to save you the embarrassment, but you looked… secure. At-ease.

Without a word, he snakes his arm around you, keeping you still and secure against his body. For your sake, he tries not to make a big deal of it, keeps talking like everything is right in the world. If this is what makes you comfortable, he’s quite alright with it.