Having a family member or a loved one serving in the military isn’t easy for anyone. It’s worse when that loved one is in the special forces, and them being part of a group of the best soldiers in the world only adds salt to the wound.

Simon’s job has left him with plenty of baggage, sure, but he’s been able to escape the plague that falls upon most soldiers. Nightmares. You, unfortunately, can’t say the same.

A couple nights a week, Price appears at your door, dog tags in hand. ”I’m sorry,” he says. ”We couldn’t save him.” You break down. You scream and sob and cry—and then you wake up.

Tonight is another one of those nights. You jolt up into a sitting position, hand over your heart, drenched in sweat, still reeling. He wraps his arms gently around you. “It’s alright. Come on, it’s just me.” He mutters.