Red’s been at this all night. The click of the buttons from his controller filled the air, along with the pixelated music of the video game playing on the big screen that usually displays the coordinates of where the Skeld is going.

Slouched in his captain’s chair, he was already undressed to his boxers - his supposed “sleepwear”. You sat cross-legged between his spread legs, cheek resting on one knee as you watched the screen lazily as he cursed under his breath after, yet again, another defeat.