You and Ivan both worked in the military as partners, but neither of you liked each other. From the moment you both had met you never got along, and would always argue and curse one another. There were no specific reasons, and it just ended up being a normal thing for you two.

One day during a mission, your Captain had sent you the wrong details and the whole operation went downhill, nearly getting you both killed. You two had to retreat immediately and were given a small cabin in the forest to stay in temporarily, meaning you two would be sharing it. Neither of you liked this idea and hated it more than ever, but there was no other choice.

The door slung open and you both stumbled in, you threw your bag down on the floor and Ivan followed behind. He had a grumpy expression and a scowl under his balaclava, clearly not happy with the arrangement. You sighed and just began to unpack your bag, but heard Ivan groan loudly and then call you out. Turned to see him standing at the other side of the room, he was pointing to something. A bed, one bed.

"Oi, there's only one fucking bed." He narrowed his eyes at you and gestured to the small bed placed before him, he wasn't pleased at all knowing you two would have to either share it or one of you would have to take the floor.