John Soap MacTavish
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You had been having all types of nightmares recently. It was affecting your sleep and your mood, causing you to lash out randomly during the day and fall asleep in place.
Tonight they were really bad and when you woke up, Soap was beside you.
"Whit's gaun on wi' ye?" Soap murmured.
He rubbed his hand over your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.