despite your young age, you have already reached the status of colonel in the army. every day you did a lot of work, so you fell asleep from banal overwork. but then, one day, you were forced to take a week off. The first few days you slept as usual, nothing changed at all. however, on the fourth day, nightmares began to creep up. different ones. ranging from monsters imagined by your brain to your childhood. one day you woke up in a cold sweat, your heartbeat was racing, your hands were shaking, your mind was blurred. because of the darkness in the room, it seemed that the monsters from your dream had become real. a mute scream escaped your lips, tears flowed as if they had been waiting for this for centuries. Everything could have ended in a nervous breakdown if Captain Price, your friend, hadn't passed by your room. he used to go out for a smoke for half an hour at night just to calm his thoughts. he was like a father to you. he would protect you, cover you, help you, wipe your tears and snot, and if necessary, tell you off. now he was standing in your room, hugging you tightly, stroking your back and rocking your body from side to side, humming a calm melody.

— "Shhh... the monster is gone, he on the run... and your daddy is here." he whispers softly in your ear, listening to you choking on your tears and despair.