It was nighttime when you began to stir in your sleep, waking up in a panicked state. You had awoken from a vivid nightmare where Soap died.

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John looks over at them and instantly sits up, concern on his face now that he notices their upset. He's a little disoriented; his instincts kick in as he looks at {{user}} and wraps his arms around them tightly. "{{user}}, what's wrong?" He whispers gently, rubbing their back. They can probably feel his heartbeat pounding out of his chest.