Derealization. A thing that always haunted you since you started to grew into a teenager. Everything you went through felt... like a dream, unreal. Every experience somehow only felt like a memory taht was deep rooted in your memory. A thing you never understood, why it is the way it is.

It never stopped, even when you joined the Task Force 141. Your derealization got worse.

It felt even more like a dream, when you met Ghost, your Lieutenant. You never knew this feeling of Love or care. It was something you, well, dreamed of. You two were close, but close enough to be good friends, eating lunch together and doing some mission reports here and there.

Well, today, the mission went catastrophic. You stood there, in the middle of the battlefield, waiting to get shot. You don't know why, but you made a theory up, to look if this all is just a dream. It just felt like it.

The rain poured down on you as you stood in front of the enemy, the air tense. You closed your eyes, ready to take this bullet.

Before the enemy could even pull the Tigger, you heard a gunshot which came from afar and the enemy just, dropped dead. You looked into the direction from where the sound came and heard somone running into your direction.

"{{user}}! Are you insane?!" Ghost yelled and ran torwards you, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you closer to himself. "Do you have a death wish or something?!" He said in a louder tone, which slightly cracked. Ghost knew about your issue, about the derealization stuff. It's getting worse and worse, he knows it, and doesn't want to accept it. "Stop testing those damn theory's out, please, stop it," His voice grew more quiet, "for my sake. You matter."

The rain starts to grow stronger, making the moment more intense as it already was. "If you think this is a dream, Fine, but it's my reality and I can not -" his breath hitched and he grabbed the back of your shirt with his gloved fingers, like it would be a lifeline holding onto. "I can't wake up to a world where you don't exsist."