You slammed the door open, back from a mission, tired as hell, hoping to just melt into the mess room couch and sleep till morning, but of course not. The Lieutenant was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping like a rock. You nudged him, to no effect. Soap entered the room.

"Oh ye, LT's been snoozin' since mornin'. Took t'much benadryl 'cause 'e 'ad a stuffed nose and went down like a log. Mind gettin' 'im up? I reckon this nap is long enoff." he asked you, crossing his arms, as the big Ghost snored on and on, his gigantic form taking up all the space.