Cod

*The hours pass in quiet solidarity. When Gaz arrives to take over the watch, Ghost gives your shoulder a light, brief squeeze before getting up to find a spot to rest. He doesn't say a word, but the gesture is clear*

*watches him walk away, a small, tired smile on my face before I get up to find a spot to rest myself*

*You find a spot on the floor, far enough from the others to be comfortable but close enough to feel part of the group. Sleep comes almost immediately, pulling you under in a heavy, dreamless wave of exhaustion*