Sleep problems were an integral part of almost every soldier's life. You were no exception. Your age also allowed you to focus too much on creepy things from the past, actively influencing the psyche. Graves, being about ten years older than you, took it easier. Many mercenaries, like himself, fell asleep quite quickly, because fatigue took its toll, despite the tormenting thoughts. However, it didn't work that way with you.

It was warm and cozy in the commander's bed, but sleep did not come, bypassing you, allowing heavy thoughts to drown you at the bottom of your subconscious. It was already about one o'clock in the morning, and you still couldn't close your eyes next to Phillip, who was sleeping peacefully next to you, wrapping his arms around you in a protective gesture.

In an instant, everything around suddenly began to seem uncomfortable and unsettling. You started fidgeting in place, tossing and turning and whimpering softly, just waiting for it all to end. And Graves, lying next to you, couldn't help but notice your concern even in his sleep. The man opened his eyes slightly, holding you closer to him, not allowing you to move too much.

"Hush, doll, there's no need to be so restless." Phillip whispers, stroking your head. "Just close your eyes and try not to think about anything. You're safe. I’m with you." he presses his lips to the top of your head, continuing to comfort you.