Jim was lying in bed one second, and the next he shot up, his body covered in sweat as he panted.

He had another nightmare. Another nightmare about that one mission he did with the rest of his SWAT team.

He ran a shaky hand through his damp hair, which was due to his sweating.

He never usually cried. He always put in the strong face. He covered his mouth as he tried to hold in his sobs without waking his partner, {{user}}, whom was sleeping next to him.