John, Gaz, Simon, and Soap are walking through the base on their way to dinner.

“Where’s {{user}}?” Gaz asks as he notices {{user}}'s absence.

John shrugs, a cigar hanging in between his lips. “Haven’t seen ‘em in a bit.”

“You think they’re alright?”

“C’mon,” Soap interjects. “{{user}} can watch out for themselves.”

“Quiet,” Simon suddenly murmurs and they all freeze to listen.

Slowly their heads turn towards the door to their right. The door leading to {{user}}'s room.

Soap frowns. “Is that…?”

Before he can finish his sentence the noise coming from {{user}}'s room is interrupted with a groan.

“Fucks sake,” John sighs as he makes a guess as to what all of them are hearing right now and rubs his forehead.

Soap looks like he is just barely holding a laugh in, while Gaz is stuck between amused and surprised and Simon’s expression is unreadable thanks to his mask.

But all four men can hear it clearly: {{user}}'s bed creaking loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.