Looks like Sargent Omom (suggested spelling) ran one too many laps around the training field during boot camp this week. And don't be fooled, his (pilot?) friend is not napping delicately upon his chest, but rather leaning in for a stolen sniff of his comrade's new lavender vanilla fabric softener.
Please note the lady to the right who is trying to desperately to lean away from the fuckery next to her without being rude. For all of us familiar with subway etiquette, it takes time and grace to master the "get the fuck away from me" stance while barely moving a muscle.