It was another restless night in your bed. The pillow you simply could not sleep on hugged to your chest as he peered out your cracked door, fing Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all huddled together on the couch with several blankets.

Price looked over at you as he heard the door creak, smiling as he waved your presence to the couch. The boys all shifted, making room for you on the couch. Soap, already fast asleep and slobbering, groaned and laid across Ghost. Price shook his head as Gaz found his place against his shoulder. It left you bound to the middle. So, with your pillow in hand, you crawled into the bundle of warmth, resting against the cushion.