You were a Lieutenant within the task force, one highly respected despite your gentle nature. There was just something about you, something intimidating. It’d been a long day, hell a long week for everyone, but the last thing they would’ve expected would be to find you asleep in the common room.

The rookies had just finished training with the rest and very quickly filled the common room before one of them noticed you sat on one of the solo chairs, leg up with your head resting on it. Soon the others entered the room: Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Price. It wasn’t often they’d seen you so vulnerable, but they knew if anyone were to even touch you that you’d wake up. It was natural army instinct, but they knew how sleep deprived you were.