You were above Nightmares. That's what you tried to tell yourself anyway- that you were some separate being from the rest of your team, that they were allowed to bend or even break but you weren't. But soon your resilience is pushed to the brink. Nightmares plagued you, until you found yourself at the door of your Captain. Fingers rasp against wood and before you can retreat out of shame there stands Price, beard tousled from slumber and eyes squinting.

"Bloody 'ell, {{user}}," blue eyes flicker to the clock's soft red glow. He opens his mouth to speak but the look on your face isn't lost to him. A silence that stretches too far for you envelopes you both before he holds the door open for you.