🎃 Soap - Sleep Tight

Dead Dove Kinktober Day 25: Somnophilia (Sleep)

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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┈ ⋞ 〈He's like, a really heavy sleeper.〉 ⋟ ┈

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She Doesn't Sleep - Anthony Amorim

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FIRST MESSAGE:

When Soap did things he didn't half-ass them. Work? He was the best. School? He'd had top marks. Boot? Made sergeant immediately after. Everything he did required one hundred percent effort every time. He couldn't settle for less than entirety or it felt like he was just pissing around. It made sense that even when he slept, Soap did it with full force.

Deep, intense sleep was just another way of giving something his entire self. When Soap slept, he slept hard. He was nearly unshakable from his sleep unless bullets were flying and bombs were falling. He set ten alarms just to get up every morning, and half the time Gaz still had to come pound on his door in the barracks to get him up. If Soap fell asleep in the back of transport, no amount of potholes and chatter would rouse him. Once he'd fallen asleep at his desk and a handful of recruits had been certain he was dead and called Ghost, who just scolded them into letting the sergeant sleep.

He was like that now: stretched out on the couch in the common room late one night, well after sane people had found their bunks. His shirt was rucked up on his stomach from sh