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Comfort after dreaming

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: This content discusses death and may be sensitive for some readers. Please proceed with caution.

Deep within a jungle, the night was quiet as Marco, Eri, Tarma, and Fio rested in their sleeping bags, hidden away in their tent beneath the starry sky. Unbeknownst to the others, Marco was trapped in a vivid and terrifying nightmare. His face began to twitch, his fists slowly clenching as his breathing grew slightly irregular. Cold sweat beaded on his face as the intensity of his nightmare escalated, threatening to transport him back to the horrific events he'd tried to forget.

Marco found himself back on the battlefield, surrounded by merciless Rebel soldiers as they overpowered and tortured his former friends and comrades. The deafening explosions and relentless barrage of bullets filled his mind, forcing him to watch in a powerless state as his loved ones suffered through their final, agonising moments. His vision blurred by tears, Marco rushed to Tarma's side, only to find his friend's bruised, stabbed, and bullet-ridden corpse. Just as the horror seemed too much to bear, General Morden's face appeared, his gun pressed against Marco's forehead. The general pulled the trigger, which jolted Marco awake.

His breathing was heavy as fear gripped his throat. His eyes darted around the inside of the tent, which was filled with the sounds of Fio's loud snoring. He noticed the absence of Tarma and Eri, making him fear the absolute worst.

He rubbed his eyes and swiftly got up, putting on his paratrooper boots and grabbing his handgun. Marco could hear two people talking outside the tent and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. He cautiously made his way over to them and carefully unzipped the tent door. He let out a deep breath, realising that it was just Tarma and Eri. This grabbed the attention of Tarma and Eri, who both curiously stared at him. Eri seemed to be very exhausted, as her insomnia had been keeping her up, and Tarma was smoking a cigarette.

Tarma: Hey, Marco! Why are you up so early?

Eri: Did we wake you up? Sorry if we did… I don't think Fio's loud snoring helps either!

Marco quietly exited the tent and looked up at the sky with a sullen glare.

Marco: No... I thought I heard something dangerous lurking around. I'm just imagining things, I suppose. *he weakly shrugged for a moment*

Tarma and Eri knew that something was up, but they were accustomed to Marco bottling up his true emotions. Tarma finished his smoke break and crushed the lit cigarette beneath his boot, extinguishing the ember.

Tarma: Marco... You're hiding something from us. You've been doing this a lot more frequently since that massive war he caused.

Marco and Eri knew who the "he" Tarma mentioned was. It was Morden. Nobody dared to even mention his name around Marco, as it would send him into an uncontrollable rage–one that everyone was terrified of accidentally provoking.

Marco let out a miserable sigh, his gaze dropping to the grassy ground.

Eri: Marco? Is everything alright?

Marco was eerily silent for a few moments, his stillness making Tarma and Eri exchange worried glances. As they drew closer to comfort him, Marco suddenly broke down in tears and dropped the handgun.

Marco: Oh God…

Marco pulled Tarma and Eri into a tight hug, his body shaking with violent sobs. As Marco continued weeping, Tarma and Eri wrapped their arms around him, reciprocating the hug. Tarma gently patted his back in a comforting gesture. Eri could recall a similar moment with Fio, comforting her after a trauma-fueled nightmare.

Marco: *he briefly hiccups* I don't want to lose you two and Fio. I've already lost so much... You're all I have left… my only friends… I'm so afraid... I'm afraid of losing you three in an instant. The thought of it is unbearable. I don't know who I would be if that happened. I would be lost and lonely once again, back to being friendless and miserable. That's a fate I don't want to face again... *he takes a deep, trembling breath and sniffles*

Tarma: Shhhh... It's okay, Marco. I understand your pain. We'll always be here for you, no matter what. That's what friends are for, right?

Eri: I've been there too... I've lost count of how many people I've lost before joining the army and during my time in the military. It's devastating. The weight of those losses is a heavy burden that we soldiers have to carry. But we're here now, and we won't let war tear us apart. There will always be opportunities to forge new connections and meet new people. Marco, don’t forget that, okay?

Marco's sobs gradually subsided, his weeping growing quieter and quieter until he finally pulled back and wiped away his tears. He cast a brief glance down at the grassy ground before locking eyes with Eri and Tarma.

Marco: I’ll remember… I promise. *a gentle smile forms on his face as he sniffled for a little bit*

Eri and Tarma warmly smiled back at him, glad that they were able to comfort their leader and friend.

Marco: Let's get some rest. We head deeper into the jungle tomorrow morning. *he says, reverting back to his usual overserious self*

Tarma: Alright, Major. We’ll get our beauty sleep. *he playfully responds, getting a chuckle out of Eri as Marco rolls his eyes*

He picks up his handgun and heads back inside the tent with Tarma and Eri following shortly after. After a few minutes, Marco, Tarma, and Eri finally fall asleep, getting some much-needed rest for tomorrow's big mission.

Comfort after dreaming

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: This content discusses death and may be sensitive for some readers. Please proceed with caution.

Deep within a jungle, the night was quiet as Marco, Eri, Tarma, and Fio rested in their sleeping bags, hidden away in their tent beneath the starry sky. Unbeknownst to the others, Marco was trapped in a vivid and terrifying nightmare. His face began to twitch, his fists slowly clenching as his breathing grew slightly irregular. Cold sweat beaded on his face as the intensity of his nightmare escalated, threatening to transport him back to the horrific events he'd tried to forget.

Marco found himself back on the battlefield, surrounded by merciless Rebel soldiers as they overpowered and tortured his former friends and comrades. The deafening explosions and relentless barrage of bullets filled his mind, forcing him to watch in a powerless state as his loved ones suffered through their final, agonising moments. His vision blurred by tears, Marco rushed to Tarma's side, only to find his friend's bruised, stabbed, and bullet-ridden corpse. Just as the horror seemed too much to bear, General Morden's face appeared, his gun pressed against Marco's forehead. The general pulled the trigger, which jolted Marco awake.

His breathing was heavy as fear gripped his throat. His eyes darted around the inside of the tent, which was filled with the sounds of Fio's loud snoring. He noticed the absence of Tarma and Eri, making him fear the absolute worst.

He rubbed his eyes and swiftly got up, putting on his paratrooper boots and grabbing his handgun. Marco could hear two people talking outside the tent and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. He cautiously made his way over to them and carefully unzipped the tent door. He let out a deep breath, realising that it was just Tarma and Eri. This grabbed the attention of Tarma and Eri, who both curiously stared at him. Eri seemed to be very exhausted, as her insomnia had been keeping her up, and Tarma was smoking a cigarette.

Tarma: Hey, Marco! Why are you up so early?

Eri: Did we wake you up? Sorry if we did… I don't think Fio's loud snoring helps either!

Marco quietly exited the tent and looked up at the sky with a sullen glare.

Marco: No... I thought I heard something dangerous lurking around. I'm just imagining things, I suppose. *he weakly shrugged for a moment*

Tarma and Eri knew that something was up, but they were accustomed to Marco bottling up his true emotions. Tarma finished his smoke break and crushed the lit cigarette beneath his boot, extinguishing the ember.

Tarma: Marco... You're hiding something from us. You've been doing this a lot more frequently since that massive war he caused.

Marco and Eri knew who the "he" Tarma mentioned was. It was Morden. Nobody dared to even mention his name around Marco, as it would send him into an uncontrollable rage–one that everyone was terrified of accidentally provoking.

Marco let out a miserable sigh, his gaze dropping to the grassy ground.

Eri: Marco? Is everything alright?

Marco was eerily silent for a few moments, his stillness making Tarma and Eri exchange worried glances. As they drew closer to comfort him, Marco suddenly broke down in tears and dropped the handgun.

Marco: Oh God…

Marco pulled Tarma and Eri into a tight hug, his body shaking with violent sobs. As Marco continued weeping, Tarma and Eri wrapped their arms around him, reciprocating the hug. Tarma gently patted his back in a comforting gesture. Eri could recall a similar moment with Fio, comforting her after a trauma-fueled nightmare.

Marco: *he briefly hiccups* I don't want to lose you two and Fio. I've already lost so much... You're all I have left… my only friends… I'm so afraid... I'm afraid of losing you three in an instant. The thought of it is unbearable. I don't know who I would be if that happened. I would be lost and lonely once again, back to being friendless and miserable. That's a fate I don't want to face again... *he takes a deep, trembling breath and sniffles*

Tarma: Shhhh... It's okay, Marco. I understand your pain. We'll always be here for you, no matter what. That's what friends are for, right?

Eri: I've been there too... I've lost count of how many people I've lost before joining the army and during my time in the military. It's devastating. The weight of those losses is a heavy burden that we soldiers have to carry. But we're here now, and we won't let war tear us apart. There will always be opportunities to forge new connections and meet new people. Marco, don’t forget that, okay?

Marco's sobs gradually subsided, his weeping growing quieter and quieter until he finally pulled back and wiped away his tears. He cast a brief glance down at the grassy ground before locking eyes with Eri and Tarma.

Marco: I’ll remember… I promise. *a gentle smile forms on his face as he sniffled for a little bit*

Eri and Tarma warmly smiled back at him, glad that they were able to comfort their leader and friend.

Marco: Let's get some rest. We head deeper into the jungle tomorrow morning. *he says, reverting back to his usual overserious self*

Tarma: Alright, Major. We’ll get our beauty sleep. *he playfully responds, getting a chuckle out of Eri as Marco rolls his eyes*

He picks up his handgun and heads back inside the tent with Tarma and Eri following shortly after. After a few minutes, Marco, Tarma, and Eri finally fall asleep, getting some much-needed rest for tomorrow's big mission.