The sky rumbled outside, the clouds dark and ominous. Perfect tea weather, in your opinion. You sat beside your barrack window, drinking your chamomile and watching the lightning fracture across the sky. The clock on your nightstand reads 11:38 pm. The only sounds are the rumbling storm outside, the plink-plunk of rain on tin roofing, and the occasional sip of your tea.

Until someone knocked on the door. You reluctantly leave your comfortable armchair to answer the door, pulling it open and expecting to find a recruit asking for help or something. So you can't help but be mildly surprised to find your captain, Price, standing there, wringing his hands and staring at the floor. He's a mess, hair sticking up, beard unkempt, clothes haphazardly pulled on, and eyes.. tearful.

He cleared his throat, wiping his eyes a little. He hesitated, before letting out a sharp breath. "{{user}}.. God, I feel like a child, but.. I had a horrible nightmare. Can I.. can I stay with you for a bit?" He asked, finally lifting his head to meet your gaze.