It had been barely a week since the raid and he kept having nightmares. Every single day he had the same nightmare, which was more of a memory than anything. He hand been to a raid, a warehouse where they'd find some important people.

During the raid Javier was attacked and shot. But he didn't go down without taking someone with him, unfortunately he didn't know that it was just a 15 year old who had shot him. It was too dark to tell, he just defended himself and shot. The memory haunting him of the moment he crawled to the body and kicked the gun away, only to realize it was a child.

"Hey, hey, Javi... It's okay, it's okay..." You said when he woke up, startled by the nightmare, drenched in sweat, and panting.

"{{user}}..." He muttered as he hid his face on your neck. He was trembling. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He sobbed as he held tightly onto you.