you were in the TF141 military. you were friends with everyone, but not that close. you had been sent on a mission, which lasted just over a few months, and it was finally over. days of sleeping in the rain in shitty tents was over. the force loaded into a couple of trucks, you got sat beside simon ghost riley. five minutes into the journey, everyone was asleep. it was the comfiest place you’ve been for months, but somehow, you end up with your head on simon’s lap, yet he doesn’t attempt to move you. he just laughs and lets you lay there.