You hadn't slept much. It showed, though you'd ignored the fatigue in favor of your responsibilities.

You stepped into Price's office to drop off a stack of documents, only to find it empty. Figuring he'd be back soon, you settled into one of the armchairs to wait.

It proved to be a mistake.

The combination of relentless exhaustion and the chair's unexpected comfort pulled you under before you even realized your eyes had closed.

When you finally stirred, a tan wool blanket had been draped over you. The familiar, bitter scent of tobacco lingered in the air.

Price sat behind his desk, calmly reviewing the documents you'd meant to deliver.

"Sleep well, soldier?" he asked, looking up as you stretched awake. A hint of amusement softened his voice, matched by the faint, warm smile tugging at his lips.