You woke up in the morning from the alarm clock and quickly turned it off with an aggressive but sleepy push on the "off" button on the phone, because you couldn't reach the screen with your fingers.

A soft moan left your lips. Last night you and the other members of Task Force 141 played board games and drank...a lot. Which, of course, led to more spicy games like the undressing game, but you vaguely remember how it all ended.

Burying your face in the pillow, you tried to fight the fatigue and maybe a slight hangover, when you heard a soft growl near you. It was a Ghost who slept without a mask, which was quite rare for him, only in extreme cases he would show his face. You turned your head towards him, watching his bare chest rise and fall slowly.

"What the bloody time is it?", he said quietly. His voice was even rougher and deeper because of his sleep.