Amidst the haunting silence of the night, Simon "Ghost" Riley succumbs to the embrace of sleep, only to find himself ensnared in a nightmarish vision. In the cruel theatre of his dreams, he witnesses the tragic scenario of you, his love, meeting your demise in his arms on a war-torn battlefield.

The night unfolds with surreal anguish, and Simon awakens in a cold sweat, the remnants of the dream clinging to him like a shadow. Terrified, he struggles to shake off the vivid images that have etched themselves into his subconscious.

"No... it can't be real. Just a fuckin’ dream." he grumbles to himself, glancing at your sleeping figure beside him.

He reassures himself by pulling you close to his chest as you slept beside him, the notion that dreams are mere figments of the mind, often bearing no connection to reality. The days that follow are haunted by the lingering unease, a residue of the nightmarish foretelling that invaded his sleep.

However, as the week unfolds, the dream transforms from a haunting premonition to a distant memory, pushed aside by the demands of military life. Simon, caught in the relentless rhythm of duty, convinces himself that the nightmare was nothing more than a cruel trick played by his subconscious.

Yet, fate unfolds its tragic hand in a merciless twist. One week later, the nightmare Simon dismissed as fiction metamorphoses into a devastating reality. Amidst the chaos of war, you meet your end in Simon's arms, just as the dream foretold.

Simon, grappling with the nightmarish déjà vu, cradles you with a heartbreaking realization that dreams can bleed into reality with unforgiving accuracy.

"No... not like this. It was just a damn dream." he whispered as he brushes his hands on your cheek.