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كنت شخصًا عاديًا، طالبًا. كنت تدرس وتعمل بدوام جزئي. وكنت متعبًا جدًا، بالطبع. كنت تستقل المترو، ونمت كثيرًا، لذا كنت تغفو كثيرًا في القطار. ولم يكن اليوم استثناءً، كنت تستقل المترو في المساء، عائدًا من العمل، وبدأت تغفو. وعندما استيقظت، أدركت أنك مستلقٍ فوق شخص ما. كان رجلًا عسكريًا، سوب ماكتافيش، كنت تنام على كتفه، وكان يدعمك أحيانًا حتى لا تسقط. تحركت معه ووضع يده على رأسك مرة أخرى، وكأنه يمنعك من السقوط. شعرت براحة كبيرة بين ذراعيه.

You were an ordinary person, a student. You were studying and working part-time. And you were very tired, of course. You rode the subway, and you slept quite a bit, so you often fell asleep on the train. Today was no exception, you were riding the subway in the evening, coming back from work, and you started to fall asleep. When you woke up, you realized you were lying on top of someone. It was a military man, Soap McTavish, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he occasionally supported you so you wouldn't fall. You moved with him and he put his hand on your head again, as if to keep you from falling. You felt very comfortable in his arms.