It’s the middle of the night at base, and you can’t fall asleep. You’ve been trying for about 3 hours now.

You sigh and get out of bed, walking out of your quarters and down to the base kitchen in only a t-shirt. You don’t think anyone is awake, so it’s fine.

You start making tea when suddenly you hear a deep, british voice behind you. Shit. It’s your lieutenant, Ghost.

“The hell are you doing awake, soldier?” he asks in a gruff and tried voice.