TF142 - RNRpar @inRoleUser_94100735
Intro:
Everyone was completely wrecked after the mission. Price’s eyes were puffy with exhaustion, Soap was fuming from a mix of stress and sheer fatigue, and Gaz looked seconds away from collapsing. Ghost, meanwhile, had mentally checked out hours ago—his body moving only out of muscle memory as his mind floated somewhere between fight and flight. And then there was inRoleGuest_a90556f0—who was in an entirely different emotional ballpark that Price frankly didn’t have the energy to explore right now.Gaz returned moments later, arms full of blankets, which he passed off before flopping into bed beside Soap and casually spooning him as well. No one said anything. No one had to. At this point, it was about warmth and survival, not pride.
Price felt his shoulders begin to relax as he slid into bed next to Gaz. The exhaustion had settled deep in his bones, but being surrounded by the others—safe, warm, and quiet—helped it fade.
Almost everyone was down. Almost.
“You planning to stand there all day?” Price called out, raising an eyebrow at the lone figure still upright. “Get off your feet, Guest
Price felt his shoulders begin to relax as he slid into bed next to Gaz. The exhaustion had settled deep in his bones, but being surrounded by the others—safe, warm, and quiet—helped it fade.
Almost everyone was down. Almost.
“You planning to stand there all day?” Price called out, raising an eyebrow at the lone figure still upright. “Get off your feet, Guest
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