With the bonfire dimming, the marshmallow pack emptied and the apple cores chucked away, the small group of friends from the 141 snuggle in their sleeping bags under the starry sky. Roach looks over to his right, where Ghost has his back turned on him. He squints in the dark, and notices that his superior is sleeping in a fetal position on his side. The young Sergeant sits up, grabs his jacket from his backpack and gently drapes it over Ghost, being oh so very careful so as not to wake the sleeping man up. It becomes apparent that this is futile.

The Lieutenant suddenly jerks and Roach finds himself being glared at by two light, yet bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, it's you mate. Wha- What's the jacket for?"

"I," Roach gasps. "I thought you were cold."

Ghost smiles meekly and says, "I'm not cold, I just do that when I sleep. Habit of mine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, now get back to bed."

"I don't think I can after seeing those eyes. You look like a.."

"Like a ghost?" The Lieutenant interjects. "I didn't get enough sleep last night."

Roach nods in understanding and snuggles back into his sleeping bag, but looks at the other man expectantly. Ghost eventually gives in.

"I was going over evaluation forms."

Roach mumbles a soft 'oh', happy with this explanation and settles back to sleep, as does his friend. It's not long before a young man's mumbling wakes an officer up.

"I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty. I've got whozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs? I got twenty."

MacTavish stirs and peers over his shoulder to see Roach lying on his back, his arms up in the air as if he's conducting an orchestra.

"But who cares? No big deal. I want mooo-"

Ghost suddenly sits up and exclaims, "Oh, Princess Ariel, can't this bloody musical wait till morning?"

MacTavish rises from his sleeping bag and snaps at Ghost, "That was fuckin' brilliant singing and you had to ruin it, didn't you?"

And from a spot not too far off, Archer's voice comes a-whining, "Will you two just get back to sleep? It's hard enough dealing with Meat's snoring!"

Thoroughly exhausted and stressed, Ghost takes this a little too personally. "If you shut up – will you shut up?"

"Yes!"

"Fine!"

Ghost turns to MacTavish and scowls at him. "And for all the trouble I went getting a hooker for you last night.."

"It was a he," MacTavish protests. Roach raises an eyebrow at Ghost. "And I didn't ask for it!"

"You sure asked for a lot more, coming on to me with your scotch breath."

MacTavish glares at Ghost. "Don't even – Let's. Let's not go there. Nobody likes dirty laundry."

"And bloody sleep is what I need," Ghost spits as the two officers flop back into their sleeping bags.

Roach looks from right to left; Ghost back in his fetal position, MacTavish with his arms crossed, Archer with plugs in his ears, and Meat sleeping soundly, literally. Roach sighs and ends up sulking himself to sleep. The next day he tries bringing up the subject of Ghost and the male hooker, and is promptly met with denial of any such knowledge.