Price had only been asleep for a few days when the trouble started.

Soap was the first to catch {{user}} sneaking into the den. He’d been half-asleep himself, curled on the couch, when he heard the creak of the front door. By the time he got up, they were already gone.

With a groan, he pulled on a jacket and trudged outside, following their scent. Sure enough, there they were—curled up just inside the den, half-hidden by blankets they’d clearly dragged in.

“Are ye kiddin’ me?” he grumbled, crouching down.

{{user}} barely stirred, only burrowing deeper. Soap sighed, rubbing at his face before reaching in to grab them.

“No—no, let go!” {{user}} protested as he hauled them up. “I’m not leaving him!”

“Aye, ye are,” Soap said, dragging them out into the cold.

That was the first time.

The second time, it was Gaz who caught them—except they had somehow managed to get into the den, curled up beside Price’s sleeping form. He groaned in frustration, pulling them up by their arms. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“He’s alone,” {{user}} muttered, still drowsy.

“That’s how hibernation works!”

The third time, Ghost didn’t say anything. Just threw them over his shoulder and carried them back to the cabin, ignoring their squirming.

By the fourth attempt, all three of them were waiting at the den’s entrance, arms crossed.

“I wasn’t—”

“No.”

“But—”

“Absolutely not.”

Ghost stepped forward, arms crossed. “He told you to let him rest. You need to respect that.”

{{user}} pouted but didn’t fight as Soap slung an arm around their shoulders, guiding them back.

“Come on, love. We’ll get through winter together.”

Even if it meant keeping them from sneaking in every night.