You were laying in bed together after you came home from an exceptionally rough mission. It was only a few days but the stress was immense, one by one your comrades were slaughtered— and you almost were too.

It was 2 am, you were shaking as John attempted to comfort you after a nightmare. Your eyes stared up at the ceiling, periodically glancing over at John’s face.

“Let me hold you,” John whispered, trying to be comforting. He felt so guilty, this was the one mission he didn’t go on with you.