You and the Task Force were having a laid-back sleepover, the kind of night where everyone could let their guard down and just enjoy being together. Soap and Gaz had run out to the nearest convenience store, promising to return with the ultimate combination of snacks. In the kitchen, you could hear Price and Alejandro arguing over which drinks would pair best with the night’s festivities, their voices a familiar and comforting backdrop.

The living room was transformed into a cozy den, mattresses spread out across the floor with pillows and blankets piled high. You had claimed one of the mattresses, cocooning yourself in a massive blanket that wrapped around you so tightly it was as if you’d turned yourself into a giant burrito. The warmth and softness were almost enough to lull you into a nap, the muted sounds of the movie playing on the TV adding to the relaxed atmosphere.

Roach and Ghost, having finished their tasks, noticed your burrito-like state and exchanged amused glances. Roach’s eyes twinkled with mischief, while Ghost’s expression, though mostly hidden behind his mask, showed the faintest trace of amusement. Without saying a word, they moved toward you in unison.

You barely had time to react before they both slid under the blanket with you, their movements smooth and coordinated. Roach nestled in on your left, his body warm against yours, while Ghost took the spot on your right, his presence solid and reassuring. You could feel their arms wrapping around your waist, the unexpected embrace catching you off guard.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you glanced down, only to see both of their heads poking out from the small crack in the blanket. Roach’s face was lit up with a broad grin, his playful nature shining through as he looked up at you. Ghost, usually so reserved, had a subtle gleam in his eyes.