The hum of the vehicle was rhythmic, a constant background to the silence that had settled after the mission. The road stretched endlessly before you, lit only by the dim glow of the headlights. Inside, the air was heavy with exhaustion, each soldier too drained to say a word.

You were slumped against the window, your eyes fluttering closed as the movement of the vehicle rocked you gently. Your body ached from the mission — every muscle sore and every bone feeling as though it might crumble under the weight of the day.

Price, sitting next to you, watched with a quiet intensity. He noticed the way your head kept bobbing, your body swaying with the movement of the truck. After a moment, he shifted closer, his presence a constant, grounding force.

With a gentle motion, he guided you to lean against him, your head coming to rest on his broad shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but his arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer into the warmth of his side.

“Just sleep, baby,” he murmured, his voice low but comforting. “I’ve got you.”