You had a nightmare for the 3rd day before the mission that Simon had ahead of him, blood, a lot of blood and Simon wounded in the side, who was slowly dying in your arms, first aid was powerless and you wanted to scream

“Hey {{user}} wake up,” a voice with a British accent was heard through your sleep, when suddenly you jumped up, your forehead was sweaty and your limbs were cold as ice, you looked around trying to sense his presence. Simon was nearby.

“It’s okay, it’s just a nightmare baby...” Simon hugged you, pulling you closer, kissing your forehead. “I’m here” his voice was a low whisper