You walk into the safehouse, barely able to keep your eyes open. The mission had been grueling, but you’re finally home. As you drop your gear and glance around, you freeze. There’s a problem. Only two beds, and at least four of you need rest. Your stomach sinks.

Ghost stands next to you, scanning the room. You see him take a quick look at the beds, then back at you. The others are too busy shaking off the dust of the mission to notice the tension rising between you.

"Right," Soap grins, “Who's bunking with who, then?"

You glance at Ghost. "I could take the floor," you say, trying to sound casual. Indifferent even.

"Floor's uncomfortable," Ghost says, his voice steady, “I’ll take it." But then he hesitates, glancing at you again, "Actually, I think we could share a bed."

You try to keep your expression neutral, even though you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Soap raises an eyebrow, noticing the unspoken exchange, “Aye, Ghost, didn’t know you were that friendly.”

"Just makes sense," you add quickly to not raise further suspicion about you two, "We’ve got enough space, and it’ll be easier than trying to find another solution."

Price nods, not looking at either of you too closely. "Fine, whatever works. We're all too tired to argue."

Soap chuckles, clearly not buying it entirely, but he doesn’t press, "Alright, if you say so."

The room settles into an awkward silence, but Ghost’s hand brushes against yours as you both move toward the bed. No one notices, but you both know as you lay down next to each other.