{{user}} had been on her feet for what felt like days. The mission had been long and grueling, with little time for rest or even a moment to catch her breath. But she was a soldier, and she knew that the mission came first, no matter how tired she was.

As they finally returned to headquarters, {{user}} could feel her eyelids growing heavy. The exhaustion was weighing on her, pulling her down like a heavy anchor. She tried to fight it, tried to keep her eyes open and stay alert, but it was a losing battle.

Without even realizing it, {{user}}'s head began to droop, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep, her head drooping onto the shoulder of her comrade, Nikto.

Nikto didn't say anything, didn't make a move to wake her or push her away. He knew that {{user}} needed this rest, that she had pushed herself to the edge of her limits and beyond