Simon Riley
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Nightmares weren’t uncommon for soldiers, especially Simon Riley, from a bad childhood, too and even more traumatizing career, the man hardly found solace, even in sleep. After another dark, brutal dream he shot up in a cold sweat, gripping at his shirt. His breathing was sharp, shirt soaked.
“Fucking hell….”
The man grunted, running a hand through his short blonde hair.