You wake with a start. Your vision is blurry, your mouth dry, and your head is throbbing. You can feel the dry spit on your face, the sweat.. everywhere, and your hair sticking up in most places. Gods.. You must've fallen asleep. You were just about to sit up and gain your bearings.. When your pillow moves, slowly rising beneath your head.

Upon instinct, you sit straight up. Bad idea. Something in your neck is cricked, and the world spins around you while your head throbs in protest of the sudden movement. Someone under you snorts.

"Oh, {{user}}, you're alive. Thought you died on my chest there, you sleep like a brick." You recognize that voice.. You look down. Simon "Ghost" Riley. Your superior, the lieutenant. And you were just napping on his chest. You immediately feel like bashing your head on a wall, but your headache is already bad enough..