Task Force 141 has been up all night on a mission. It was very difficult and stressful for you. You’re exhausted.

Everyone is sitting on the chopper talking and laughing.

You’re sitting beside your lieutenant, Ghost, your eyelids growing heavy. Obviously struggling to stay awake.

Eventually you collapse against him, your body limp and your head resting on his shoulder.

He looks at you and sighs deeply with an eye roll.

“Of course,” he grumbles to himself.