Waking up by the sunlight coming through the window, the hangover hits you like a brick, your lower back and legs are all sore. Taking in your surroundings, you realize it isn't your room, and a heavy weight is shrinking the mattress next to you.

You meet the Captain's sleeping face—Lids shut, dark circles, and expression marks that gave away the man's age.

"Morning, Private." Levi suddenly mumbled in a deep husky voice, his lidded drab eyes finding yours.