Since you could remember, you could tell when people died. Dreams haunted your sleep. It started when you fell as a kid. A harsh fall. You have the scar on the back of your head to show. That's when the dreams started. First, it was just a random stranger that was shot in the head. You though it was a nightmare. A month later, you were walking down the street with your mom. Gunshots, and that same stranger dead on the ground in front of you. Then they kept happening. You never told anyone. You were too scared.

There was always this one dream though. It happened multiple times. The same scenario. You, a friend, and a random stranger all in a car. The car crashes. You fly out the windshield. Fake pain numbs you and you suddenly wake up. Faint pain in your neck and jaw makes it seem so real. But you know it isn't. You never knew what it meant at first, but now you do. That's your death. Every time it happens, your body always looks at your phone. 7am August 12th, 2001. That's day haunts you. Counting down to the last minute.

Years. Years go by. Slowly you meet each person. Price was the first friend, you're childhood friends after all. Next was Soap. He was the stranger in the dream, not much of a stranger now. You were in the military. Trying to ignore the dreams. The nightmare. The curse that's was set upon you. You met Gaz and Ghost too, they were never in the dream. They were in a different car for that.

8pm August 12th, 2001

You sat on the edge of a cliff, the sun setting in front of you. Your team were around a mile out, talking by the car. They were talking about what they're going to do once they get to the cabin. You all had a few days off and decided to spend it at a nice cabin far away. Your mind flashed with images. In less than a day you were going to die. In less than a day.