Reader who has an incredibly cozy room. Like. So so cozy, but hides it.
Frankly, you’re a little ashamed. Here you are in an elite task force after years of training and being in the military…and you have upward of 5 stuffed animals on your bed.
There’s beanbags and tapestries and string lights (because down with the big light) and rugs and pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and night lights.
And the rest of your team cannot know this. Could you imagine? The big bad Ghost or your captain being surrounded by all this fluff? No doubt they would take the piss out of you for it, so yeah they aren’t allowed in your room.
…until Johnny (because of course it was Johnny) becomes incredibly nosy. He doesn’t know how to mind his own business on a good day, so you always skirting around what your room looks like, and refusing to let them in, and making sure you shut the door fast, gets suspicious quick.
Finally, he’s fed up enough that at the end of the day, when you’re all dispersing to your rooms after hanging out in the rec room, he lets you sneak into your room. Lulling you into a false sense of security, before barging into the room before you can shut and lock the door.
You yelp a, “Soap!” but it’s too late…he’s inside and the rest of the team are peering in through the door.
Your hands come up to cover your face in embarrassment as they all take in the spectacle that is your room.
The fluffy rugs overlap on the floor, entirely covering the hard concrete that comes with the room. The cinder-block, jail-esque walls are similarly covered by various pretty tapestries. Johnny isn’t entirely sure how, but you’ve strung up a canopy above your bed, encasing the millions of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals into its own world. The lighting is extremely pleasant too, warm and orange from various spots in the room instead of the aggravating, cold, fluorescent, big light.
Soap was ready to make fun of you for whatever you were hiding in here, and honestly he still could, but…it was nice. You had an oil diffuser in the corner giving off a nice, calm, relaxing scent too and suddenly all he wanted to do was stay here and cuddle up to the beanbag in the corner.
“Well isn’t this…cozy…” he settles on saying.
You groan and finally remove your hands, “don’t start, Johnny! I know it’s embarrassing.”
“No…no, hen it’s…” he’s twirling in a circle trying to take in every angle, “nice.” He means it.
The others are encroaching in now too. Kyle being the most bold and coming to join Johnny in the middle. Ghost and the captain linger by the door, but you can tell they’re intrigued. Ghost is paying a lot of attention to the stuffed animals on the bed. John seems enraptured by the oil diffuser and rugs.
When no one says anything and you notice their faces are more intrigued than anything else, you settle a bit. Could it be they craved a little softness too?
“Do…do you wanna come in?” It was a long shot, you half expected them to laugh and run out.
Instead Simon and John take a step in and close the door.
“You can sit down,” you inform them as you take a seat on your bed, grabbing a pillow to hug.
Johnny makes a bee-line for the beanbag he’d been eyeing, but Kyle tries to beat him there which sends them into a stupid scuffle. Johnny wins, so Kyle shuffles back dejectedly to take a seat on your bed next to you.
To your surprise, Simon plops down on the ground right where he is, trying to be subtle about how he runs his hands through the fluffy rug. John is canvassing the room, taking it upon himself to touch every single nick-knack you have displayed.
You sit in silence for a moment, watching them all settle in and relax into the environment. You still notice Simon paying particular attention to the fluffy things, so you grab a raggedy old cat stuffie and throw it at him, giving him the plausible deniability that you were just being stupid and trying to annoy him. You ignore how he keeps it clutched in his lap.
They end up asking you questions about where you got everything and how long it took you to set up, even asking if they could poach some ideas for their own rooms. Kyle reluctantly admits he wouldn’t mind a night light. Johnny starts snoring on the beanbag.
Theres something about it becoming a safe place for them too that settles your soul. It’s nice seeing them like this; soft, relaxed. There’s too much hardness in your job, they deserve something that doesn’t hurt.