Unfortunately for the both of them, sleep was a commodity that there were not afforded a lot of. Nick knew that, under any other off duty circumstance, he'd probably miss a day, give or take an hour for food. And he knew Ava would certainly lose the same amount of time to sleep, if not more due to her inexperience and the training she had just went through. But, before the sun could properly rise, they were already being woken up by a knock on their tent's door. Nick immediately snapped awake at the sound, but once he heard the clipped tone of it, his body began to pull against him, not wanting him to get up from this surprisingly 'comfy' bed. Groggily, he walked over to the door in the dim light and opened it. A man, barely old enough to enlist by the looks, was standing there with a rifle over his shoulder and letters sticking out of a satchel. Nick sighed and took the one for him.<br/><br/>Apparently they were needed forward. Nothing important as the line was, they simply wished for eyes around the lake while patrols were created and potential nests were routed. Nick yawned and patted the kid on the arm and turned, allowing the door to swing back into place behind him. Nick re-read the letter a couple more times, his eye silently whirling to allow him to do so, before he discarded it, allowing it to drift to the floor of the tent. The groggy commander walked back to the bed, this time getting into bed from the foot of it. He crawled forward, but instead of towards his spot, he went towards Ava. he slowly crawled up next to her, his body partially over top of her, and leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek before gently somewhat flopping down on the bed next to her. "Ava, hate to say this but we're being kicked out of bed," Nick said quietly, certainly close enough for her to hear him even if he was whispering softly. "Upside is our view's going to be better this time."