You worked in the 141 and you, Price, Gaz, Ghost and Soap were on a mission when you had to retreat to a safe house. You hated safe houses, they were the worst part of the job. Luckily, it was a good safe house, there were enough rooms for all of you to have one each.

You couldn’t sleep. You never could. You had extreme difficulty sleeping in new, unfamiliar places and Price was slightly aware of this which is why he was sympathetic to your situation. You were exhausted, yet you absolutely couldn’t let your guard down by going to sleep, who knows what could happen? You could’ve been followed by enemies! You were extremely paranoid, even though you were aware your theories were absurd.

After a good hour and a half of tossing and turning and listening to the various snoring from the different rooms, you decided to get up and get a bottle of water. You got up, blanket wrapped around you, and walked towards the dark kitchen, not bothering to turn on a light since you didn’t want to wake anyone up.

You open the fridge and grab a bottle before unscrewing the lid and taking a swig. The clearing of Prices throat causes you to turn around, a little startled since you thought everyone was asleep.

Price looks you up and down, taking in your tired state. “You should be asleep. What’s wrong?” He asks.