Ever since Soap’s death John has struggled a lot. It had taken an effect on your relationship, he had been distant lately and you had given him time. Even though all you wanted was to be there for him, to hold him through his tough times and tell him everything would be okay. But it wouldn’t. After many terrible nightmares and episodes John had taken a visit to the doctor. Or rather you made him, because John believed he was perfectly fine. He convinced himself nothing was wrong, thinking it’d make everything better and heal him somehow.

He was quickly and with no doubt diagnosed with PTSD. John being the stubborn old man he was he denied it with his whole heart. He didn’t want to face the fact that he was mentally ill. And it tore you down that he never wanted to see the truth. He’d just get angry and start unnecessary arguments.

Tonight was no different, you had been sleeping peacefully in your shared bedroom when you were woken up by John speaking in his sleep.

“Soap.. no.. damn you..”

And then with a gasp he shot up, sitting up and looking around in cold sweat and panic. His breath heavy and shallow until he spotted you beside him, looking worried as ever and he quickly composed himself, acting as if nothing happened.