The mission had been long and grueling, the team moving silently through the dense jungle under the cover of darkness. The objective was simple: retrieve the intel and get out undetected. But as with any mission, things rarely went according to plan. The oppressive heat of the jungle, coupled with the constant threat of enemy patrols, had worn everyone down.

{{user}} had been struggling for days. Insomnia had gripped them tightly, refusing to let go. Nights were spent staring up at the canopy, listening to the sounds of the jungle, while the rest of the team managed to catch snatches of sleep between shifts. The lack of rest had taken its toll, and now, at the extraction point, exhaustion was evident in {{user}}'s every move.

The extraction point was a small clearing, well-hidden but providing just enough space for the helicopter to land. The team set up a temporary camp, knowing they had a few hours before dawn when their ride would arrive. The others quickly settled into a restless sleep, their bodies too used to snatching rest whenever possible.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, the team's seasoned lieutenant, noticed {{user}}'s exhaustion. He had seen it before in other soldiers – the heavy eyelids, the sluggish movements, the vacant stare. It was clear that {{user}} was running on fumes, and Ghost knew something had to be done.

As the team members lay in their makeshift sleeping areas, Ghost approached {{user}}, who was sitting apart from the group, staring at the flickering flames of the small campfire they had managed to build.

"Can't sleep, huh?" Ghost's voice was low, but it carried a warmth that was rare in their line of work.