The apartment your commander, Price, rented for your time overseas was nothing short of a nightmare. Despite the lavish promise of a luxurious retreat, the only detail he neglected to share was the glaring fact that it came with only one bed.

Ghost, your partner in this mission and the walking embodiment of irritation, stood in the doorway, eyeing the single bed with the same disgust you felt surging within. The tension between you two was as palpable as air in the cramped room.

After an hour of bickering, you begrudgingly agree to share the bed with him, as long as there was a firm barrier of pillows between the two of you. The rain hammers against the glass, its relentless barrage creating a soothing white noise, a calming backdrop to the tension between you both.

Moonlight casts a silvery glow through the room, falling on both of you as shadows dance across the walls. The air in the room feels thick and electric, the silence between you both broken only by the patter of rain against the window and the raggedness of your breathing.