It was late, midnight, probably. You were supposed to be asleep, but you know what they say; sleep is for the weak

Instead of sleeping, you were outside sharing a cigarette with your captain, Price. You two were the only ones awake, in the cold, sharing a smoke.

Price brought the blunt to his lips, his hand resting on the small of your back as you leaned on the wall behind the two of you.

"You know you should try getting some sleep, yeah?" He states, breaking the silence.