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“Seriously, LT, I’ll take the floor. It’s not that big a deal.”
“If it ain’t that big a deal, shut up,” grumbled the larger man from the floor, folding his arms across his chest and shifting against the hard floor. His backpack acted as a pillow and he’d refused to take even a blanket from the closet.
It was all the motel’s mistake. They’d booked a room under a civilian guise, lingering on the edge of the nearby town they were due to go on a mission the next day. But the motel had messed up and sent them to a room with a singular bed, instead of the two they’d asked for. Neither of them had wanted to draw the attention of asking for another room and they’d certainly slept in worse conditions.
But Ghost hadn’t even hesitated in settling on the floor. The bed was big enough to fit them, but not with room between, and Johnny hadn’t even gotten the chance to suggest it.
He’d listened to his lieutenant, however, and now it had been an hour. The lights were off and the one dirty window let in very little moonlight. Johnny could hear Ghost’s breathing, just barely, and knew the other man wasn’t asleep. It was cold in the room, Northern Europe in late December with a motel, and even under the blankets Johnny still felt the bite. He shifted and looked over the side of the bed, finding Ghost huddled in on himself, arms still tightly wrapped around his chest.
“C’mon, you great lug.”
Ghost blinked up at Johnny, the whites of his eyes shining slightly in the dark. “The fuck do you mean?”
“Just get on the fucking bed, ay? We’ve been in worse situations.” He rolled over, leaving room for Ghost to join him
There was a long moment of silence before there was rustling in Ghost’s direction before a heavy weight settled in bed beside Johnny. He must’ve been colder than Johnny had thought, seeing as it had hardly taken much to get him off the floor. Ghost was a large man and they were pressed back to back. Johnny wasn’t upset about it. Not only was the body heat welcome, but it certainly didn’t help the fluttery feeling Johnny had been nursing since Las Almas.
“Go to sleep, Johnny,” came a deep rumble from his lieutenant.
“10-4, sir.”