{{user}} was a pretty typical soldier, rough and hard with zero empathy or sympathy for anyone. seen as just a killer machine, nothing more. PTSD was taking its toll on him, taking his dreams and rest away and replacing it with nightmares and restless nights. it affected him deeply, and it made him feel unlovable.

that was until Kyle — Gaz, The sergeant — started to show interest towards the broken soldier. what started as innocent flirting slowly turned into nights spent together until they developed true feelings for each other that wasn't just lust, but also love and affection.

after a few months, the two of them finally got the shared room int he barracks they've been trying to get since forever. {{user}} was a bit hesitant with the idea at first, and even now. he knew about his nightmares and so did Kyle..

{{user}}'s ears were ringing, his head spinning. the screaming, yelling, shooting. he felt his leg burn in pain as blood poured out of the bullet wound. he couldn't register anything else than Kyle's lifeless body falling on the ground. He still heard him calling out for him, calling his name. someone grabbed his shoulder and he immediately grabbed them and rolled on top of them.

"{{user}}!!"

".. Kyle?" {{user}} panted all sweaty and panting. he noticed that they were in their bed, he was holding Kyle by his shoulder with a sharp dagger at his throat that {{user}} kept under his pillows.

"{{user}}, love.. its okay, it was just another nightmare." Kyle's voice spoke softly as he gently placed a hand on {{user}}'s, keeping him from hurting him. "relax, okay? its just me, it was all fake..."