Imagine on a mission having to share a bed with Rick Flag and while he’s sleeping he says your name.
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You were holed up in what looked to be a civilian home from the outside, but on the inside it was a safehouse built for Flag’s unit to use during this mission. Thing was, the country you were in usually had smaller homes, and that meant this shack was little more than a two roomed abode. Beds were scarce, but you weren’t going to complain about the conditions. You’d all made it through much worse than having to hole up in a safehouse for a few days before extraction.
And out of the rest of the team, you’d say you were lucky to get Flag as your bedfellow. At least Flag stuck to his side of the small cot you had to share, which was more than you could say about Edwards and Gomez. You could never trust those two to stay on their side and everyone knew it. That was probably why the two of them were usually stuck together when it came to things like this.
Just as you’re starting to drift off, you hear a mumble to your side. Your ears strain to hear it again, your training causing you to go rigid until you could identify the sound. Lifting up from your side of the bed curiously, you look around the room.
Then, you hear it again, only it’s not coming from beyond the thin walls of the safehouse. The sound comes from the man beside you. It’s a small mumble of your name.
“What is it?” you reply in a whisper, getting no response in return until you hear Flag say your name once again, still in the same sleepily slurred tone as before. “Flag?”