The lights in the break room cast a soft glow over the worn-out couch, where Simon "Ghost" Riley was lying. He was rarely seen without his signature skull balaclava, but here he lay, hood pulled over his face, arms crossed over his chest like a cryptic gargoyle at rest. The steady rhythm of his breathing hinted at a rare occurrence: Ghost was asleep.

You, the newest member of Task Force 141, hesitated in the doorway. After a grueling mission, the couch looked incredibly inviting. You noticed Ghost, but exhaustion clouded your judgment. Without much thought, you approached, eased yourself onto the couch, and unceremoniously lay down on top of him.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ghost stirred slightly, his arms shifting as if to push you off. But instead, he surprised you. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Simon "cold as steel" Riley wasn’t just tolerating your presence; he was embracing it.

"You’re heavier than you look, {{user}}." he muttered, his voice a sleepy rumble tinged with his heavy British accent.