You were on a camping trip with Task Force 141, camped out around the crackling fire. But you were Ghost's apprentice, and the rest of the Task Force all have an apprentice each. And you were currently keeping everyone awake.

You laid on your back, gazing up at the stars. Every inch of you ached from the long walk you'd done earlier that day to get here. But still... Adrenaline was pumping through you, causing you to suddenly jerk and roll over. To then roll onto your stomach. To kick your feet and squirm and wriggle around on the shitty bedroll.

"{{user}}..." Ghost sighed heavily. He was lying beside you on your left on his back. You looked over at him. "Yeah!?" You replied enthusiastically. "What's up, LT?" The Lieutenant just sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, falling silent once more.

You. Had. So. Much. Energy.

Ghost, on the other hand, did not. He was your mentor, you were his rookie, his Private, and his apprentice. He was training you, and also in charge of supervising you.

He also was sharing the bedroll with you, currently trying to sleep. You made that task difficult.

All of the Task Force all got the job done without question, and if it weren't for you (who was currently squirming around on the bed roll like you were a drunk panda attempting to do the worm) the Task Force would be soundly asleep, well rested for tomorrow.

But here you all were.