You watched in horror as Soap's body fell to the ground while Makarov held the smoking gun.

Nothing else existed to you in the moment. Nothing could prompt you to move your feet -- which felt like they were tied to cement bricks.

The sound of someone repeatedly calling your name and nudging you eventually snapped you out of your daze.

You sat up in your bed with Soap leaning over you. "Hey, sunshine, it's okay. It's over." He murmured to you when you jumped into his arms.

"Just a nightmare."